Go without, Thomas Wingfield, and stand under yonder beech--Lily shall join you there and you may speak with her for the half of an hour--no more.

See to it that you keep within sight of the window.

Nay, no thanks; go before I change my mind.' So I went and waited under the beech with a beating heart, and presently Lily glided up to me, a more welcome sight to my eyes than any angel out of heaven.

And, indeed, I doubt if an angel could have been more fair than she, or more good and gentle.
'Oh! Thomas,' she whispered, when I had greeted her, 'is this true that you sail oversea to seek the Spaniard ?' 'I sail to seek the Spaniard, and to find him and to kill him when he is found.

It was to come to you, Lily, that I let him go, now I must let you go to come to him.