"Farewell; and God be with you!"
And the smile with which he took leave of her, she remembered later.
Early the next morning, Frideswide left Coldharbour and London: and she left them readily enough. Her sojourn in the south had been productive of any thing rather than pleasure. Now she was journeying home to all she loved; and of course hope told a flattering tale, and she expected to live happily ever after her arrival at Lovell Tower. Her journey was pleasant and prosperous: and she reached York on the evening of the eighth of June, in company with a party of whom one portion were bound for that city, and another for Beverley Minster.
As Frideswide entered the hotel at York, to her surprise she found an old friend leaning against the sidepost of the door.
"Why, Mistress Marston, is it you?" said he, starting up.
"Why, Master Strangeways! whence came you?"
"Truly, at the heels of my good Lady, that is but now out of Beverley Sanctuary, and goeth northward under convoy of Sir James Tyrell."
"Whither?"
"That shall we see when we be there," returned Mr. Strangeways, jovially, as though such a journey were the pleasantest amusement in the world.
"Is it of the King's Grace's pleasure?"