"They were her last words."
Luke returned to his home and found Anthony there, pacing his little parlour, to work off his impatience. When he heard what Luke had to say, he burst into angry reproach. "You have spoken like a parson! It was wrong for you to meddle, I knew no good would come of it! I will not hear of this! I will go to Urith myself!"
"You must not."
"I will! Nothing shall stay me." He caught up his hat and swung out of the room.
CHAPTER XVIII. A LOVER AND HIS LASS.
Anthony strode along the way to Willsworthy. That way took him past Cudliptown. The landlord was at the door of his inn.
"What! pass my house without a step inside?" asked he. "There's Master Sol Gibbs there and Moorman Ever."
"I cannot stay," answered Anthony.
"Oh!" laughed the taverner, "I see;" and he began to whistle a country song—"An evening so clear."