"You cannot return without delivering it.

Tell it to me.

_I_ choose it shall be told." The chaplain clutched and fumbled with his hat, pale, and dropping his eyes upon the floor, for very fear.
"Pluck up thy courage, man," said Clorinda.

"I will uphold thee.

The message ?" "Your pardon, Madam--'twas this," the chaplain faltered.