He mused a little while.
“It is better,” he said, by and by, “to leave all that intact. We must part with another coin or so, Renalt.”
“If you think it best, father. I wouldn’t for my soul go back from my promise.”
“Will you take them up and negotiate the business? I grow feeble for these journeys.”
“Of course I will, if you’ll give me the necessary instructions.”
He nodded.
“I’ll have them ready for you to-morrow,” he said.
Then for a long time he sat gazing gloomily on the floor.
“Where are they?” he said, suddenly.
“Zyp and Jason? At Southampton. She walked from there, and I met her in the woods, she would come no further, but started on her way back again.”