"Nicholas," said Manners, "thou shalt do naught but stand. I must see Dorothy. I shall," he added determinedly. "Some way or other I shall see her; even though blood be shed I shall do it," and in the intensity of his feelings he involuntarily put his hand down to his side to feel for the dagger which was not there.
"I fear thou art too venturesome," expostulated his friend, quietly.
"I am desperate," he replied; "and you, Nicholas, by simply standing still might help me as much as I require, and might, perchance, prevent bloodshed, too."
"Hush, friend John, talk not thus foolishly."
"And the blood will be upon your head," continued the distracted lover. "With or without your aid I must, I shall, see Doll; and that soon. You know my word is not lightly broken. Did I not succour thee and save thy life when all conspired against thee?"
"Aye, in truth, and—"
"And I call upon you now, Nicholas, to discharge that debt," pursued Manners, hotly. "You must; I am resolved, I am well nigh desperate; and Father Philip sanctioned the troth, Nicholas, and blessed us ere he died."
"Is that so?"
"Assuredly it is. Thou shalt help us, nor shalt thou be dishonoured in the deed."
"An you will lead me into no evil I will consent, but I fear to trust thee, thou wert ever rash and headstrong."