Fitzjames was one of those who halted somewhat between two opinions.  He was willing and ready to hear and receive much of that new teaching which was stirring men’s hearts and beginning to arouse bitter opposition; but he was still one who called himself a true son of the church, and he had no wish to draw down upon himself the perils of excommunication and other punishment which threatened the obstinate heretics.  He attended many of John Clarke’s lectures; he discoursed much with Dalaber, for whom he had a sincere friendship and admiration; but he did not see why there should be strife and disruption.  He thought the church could be trusted to cleanse herself of her errors and corruptions, and that her mandates should be obeyed, even if they were sometimes somewhat harsh and unreasonable, as notably in this matter of the circulation of the Scriptures amongst the people.

So he was more anxious for Dalaber to avoid drawing down notice upon himself than that he should play the part of hero and martyr with constancy and courage.  And his friendly solicitude had been soothing to Anthony through the day, restoring his balance of mind, and quieting the nervous restlessness which had possessed him hitherto.  And now he was approaching the house of his beloved, and her gentle sweetness and tender counsels would fill up the measure of his happiness, and restore that confidence in himself and his cause which had at one time been somewhat rudely shaken.

She met him on the threshold, and for the first time since the troth plight her arms were about his neck, and he felt the tremor of her whole slender frame.

“Anthony, Anthony, thou art safe!”

“Beloved, yes; wherefore didst thou fear for me?”

“How could I not fear, not knowing all, when such stories and rumours have been flying about?”

“What stories? what rumours?” he asked, feeling his heart begin to beat more rapidly.

She drew him into a little antechamber close at hand, and by the light of the flickering fire he saw that her face was pale and anxious, whilst her eyes looked as though they had shed tears.

“My Freda, what is the matter?  Thou hast been weeping.”

“Yes, for my heart has been heavy within me.  How should it not be?  And yet I know that the cause is holy and righteous, and I would have all men to be constant and full of courage.  Cannot the Lord preserve His own?”

“Yes, yes; let us not fear!” cried Dalaber, his courage rising with the need to reassure his beloved.  “But tell me, what hast thou heard?”

“Arthur Cole has been here; he has come thrice today, each time with fresh news.  Thou dost know how he regards my sister Magda.  None can fail to note his love for her; and I think he will win hers at the last.  I trow he has well redeemed the pledge he gave her, and that he will get his reward—­in time.”

“His pledge?”

“Yes; he vowed to her that if he were able he would give warning to any of the brethren who might be in peril.  He hears more than others of what is likely to pass, and he brought us word at daylight this morning that Master Garret was to be closely searched for.”