"If you are pleased, friend," said Tressilian, "it is well.

Nevertheless, hasten thy meal if thou canst, For this place is

unfriendly to thy safety, and my concerns crave travelling."

Allowing, therefore, their horses no more rest than was absolutely

necessary for them, they pursued their journey by a forced march as far

as Bradford, where they reposed themselves for the night.

The next morning found them early travellers. And, not to fatigue the

reader with unnecessary particulars, they traversed without adventure

the counties of Wiltshire and Somerset, and about noon of the third day

after Tressilian's leaving Cumnor, arrived at Sir Hugh Robsart's seat,

called Lidcote Hall, on the frontiers of Devonshire.




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