At this Betty first grew angry, then began to weep; while Margaret pleaded with her father, saying that it would mean the girl’s ruin, and that he must not take such a sin upon him. So the end of it was, that, being a kind-hearted man, remembering also that Betty Dene was of his wife’s blood, and that she had favoured her as her daughter did, he relented, taking measures to see that she went abroad no more save in the company of Margaret, and that the doors were opened only by men-servants. So this matter ended. That day Margaret wrote to Peter, telling him of all that had happened, and how the Spaniard had asked her in marriage, though the words that he used she did not tell. At the end of her letter, also, she bade him have no fear of the Señor d’Aguilar or of any other man, as he knew where her heart was. When Peter received this writing he was much vexed to learn that both Master Castell and Margaret had incurred the enmity of d’Aguilar, for so he guessed it must be, also that Margaret should have been troubled with his love-making; but for the rest he thought little of the matter, who trusted her as he trusted heaven. Still it made him anxious to return to London as soon as might he, even though he must take the risk of the Spaniards’ daggers. Within three days, however, he received other letters both from Castell and from Margaret, which set his fears at rest. These told him that d’Aguilar had sailed for Spain indeed, Castell said that he had seen him standing on the poop of the Ambassador de Ayala’s vessel as it dropped down the Thames towards the sea. Moreover, Margaret had a note of farewell from his hand, which ran:  “Adieu, sweet lady, till that predestined hour when we meet again. I go, as I must, but, as I told you, your image goes with me. “Your worshipper till death,      “MORELLA.” “He may take her image so long as I keep herself and if he comes back with his worship, I promise him that death and he shall not be far apart,” was Peter’s grim comment as he laid the paper down. Then he went on with his letters, which told that now, when the Spaniards had gone, and there was nothing more to fear, he was awaited in London. Indeed, Castell fixed a day when he should arrive—May 31st—that was within a week, adding that on its morrow—namely, June 1st, for Margaret would not be wed in May, the Virgin Mary’s month, since she held it to be unlucky—their marriage might take place as quietly as they would. Margaret wrote the same news, and in such sweet words that he kissed her letter, then hastened to answer it, shortly, after his custom, for Peter was no great scribe, saying, that if the saints willed it he would be with them by nightfall on the last day of May, and that in all England there was no happier man than he.