'I love your daughter Faith. Give us your consent, my Lord Bishop, before we go out to fight.' The Bishop took the girl by the hand, and gave her to the young man, saying, 'Blessed be thou, O my daughter!' Then Clarence Veysey spoke likewise, and asked for Grace; and with such words did the father give her to him. 'Now,' said Algernon, 'there needs no more. If we fall, we fall together.' 'Yes,' said Grace quietly, 'we should not survive the cause.' 'I hope,' said Lord Chester, smiling gravely, 'that one of you will live at least long enough to take my last message to Lady Carlyon. You will tell her, Grace, or you, my dear Professor, that my last thought was for her.' But as he spoke the curtain of the tent was pulled aside, and Constance herself stood before them. She was pale, and tears were in her eyes. She wore a riding-habit; but it was covered with dust. 'Edward!' she cried. 'Fly ... fly ... while there is time! All of you fly!' 'What is it, Constance? How came you here?' 'I came because I can bear it no longer. I came to warn you, and to help your escape, if that may be. The Duchess has issued a warrant for my arrest,--for High Treason: that is nothing,' with a proud gesture. 'They will say I ran away from the warrant: that is false. Edward, your life is gone unless you are twenty miles from London to-morrow!' 'Come, Constance,' said the Professor, 'you are hot and tired. Rest a little; drink some water; take breath. We are prepared, I think, for all that you can tell us.' 'Oh, no!... no!... you cannot be. Listen! They have ten thousand Convict Wardens in Hyde Park ...' 'We know this,' said Algernon. 'Who will attack you to-morrow.' 'We know this too.' 'Their orders are to shoot down all without parley; all--do you hear?--who are found with arms. The Chiefs are to be taken to the Tower!' she shuddered. 'We know all this, Constance,' said Lord Chester. 'You know it! and you can look unconcerned?' 'Not unconcerned entirely, but resigned perhaps, and even hopeful.' 'Edward, what can you do?' 'If they have orders to shoot all who do not fly, my men, for their part, have orders not to fly, but to shoot all who stand in their way.' 'Your men? Poor farm-labourers! what can they do?' 'Wait till morning, Constance, and you shall see. Is there anything else you can tell me?' 'Yes. After the Wardens have dispersed the rebels, the Horse Guards are to be ordered out to ride them down.' 'Oh!' said Lord Chester. 'Well ... after we are dispersed, we will consider the question of the riding down. Then we need not expect the Horse Guards to-morrow morning?' 'No; they will come afterwards.'