No, no, your pardon; I'll come down to you, Simon.
In the parlour, in the parlour.

Quick! I'll be down in an instant." The vision vanished, but my gaze dwelt on the window where it had been, and I needed Phineas Tate's harsh voice to rouse me from my stupor.
"Who is the woman ?" he demanded.
"Why--why--Mistress Gwyn herself," I stammered.
"Herself--the woman, herself ?" he asked eagerly.

Then he suddenly drew himself up and, baring his head, said solemnly, "Thanks be to God, thanks be to God, for it may be His will that this brand should be plucked from the burning." And before I could speak or attempt to hinder him he stepped swiftly across the pathway and entered the tavern.

I, seeing nothing else that I could do, followed him straightway and as fast as I could.
I was in a maze of feeling.

The night before I had reasoned with myself and schooled my wayward passion to a resolve neither to see nor to speak with her.