"Most likely, nevertheless I rely on your promises."
"They will do their utmost to get you into their power. They have no conscience, no sense of honour."
"I should judge not. But I will go."
I looked into her face. Her eyes shone like live coals, her face was as pale as death, but I could see she was resolute.
"Very well," I said with a sigh. "I will do as you command me."
It was now midnight, and we were within two miles of Truro.
"It is well on to twenty miles from here to Trevisa's place," I said, "and the roads are bad. To say the least, it is a three hours' journey. There is a good inn at Truro, and I think you would be safe there. Which will you do—stay at Truro, or ride direct to Trevisa's?"
She hesitated a few seconds, then she decided to stay at Truro. I was glad of this, because I knew she must be very weary. Half an hour later our horses were in a comfortable stable, while Mistress Nancy Molesworth sat at the same table with me in one of the best inns in the county.
"You still wish me to take you to Treviscoe?" I said after we had partaken of refreshment.
"Yes. Good-night."