d not think the
time far distant when he might look upon her as his own, and his
friend rejoiced with him.

Evensong at St. Frideswyde had already begun before the two friends
reached the chapel, so they did not go in, but stood at the choir
door, from whence they could see the dean and canons in their
robes, and hear the singing, in which Dalaber had so often joined;
but there was little of song in his heart just now--only a sense of
coming woe and peril. They had scarce been there a few minutes
before they beheld Dr. Cottisford coming hastily towards the place,
bareheaded, and with a face pale and disturbed, so that Dalaber
caught Arthur by the arm and whispered:

"Sure, he hath discovered the escape of Master Garret!"

The young men drew back behind a buttress to let him pass, and he
was too disturbed in mind to mark them. They looked after him as he
went up the church, and saw him go to the dean and enter into a
whispered colloquy with him. Then both came forth again, looking
greatly disturbed; and at that moment up came Dr. London, the
Warden of New College, all out of breath with his hurry, so that
Arthur whispered from his nook of concealment to Dalaber:

"He hath the air of a hungry lion ravening after his prey."

The three then stood together talking in excited fashion.

"You are to blame, sir, much to blame! How came you to leave him
for so many hours unguarded, and only one bolt to the door? These
men are as artful as the devil their master. It may be that he
gives them powers--"

"Tush!" answered Dr. Cottisford angrily; "he got out by his own
craft. I had thought that fasting and loneliness would be a
profitable discipline for him. But I bid my servants keep an eye to
the outer doors, which they omitted to do."

"You have done wrong, very wrong. I know not what the cardinal will
say," spoke the dean of the college, thrusting out his lips and
looking very wise. "It was his command that this pestilent fellow
should be taken; and when he hears that he was laid by the heels,
and then escaped, being so carelessly guarded, I know not what he
will say. You will have to answer for it, Dr. Cottisford. The
cardinal's anger is not good to brook."

Tears of mortification and anger stood in the eyes of the
commissary. He felt that fate had been very unkind to him.

"He cannot have got far. He shall be taken. We will haste to send
servants and spies everywhere abroad. He got out in full daylight.
He must hav