ure completed the sentence, and Dalaber made no
remonstrance, for indeed he felt that his mind required a space of
rest from these perilous controversies. Master Garret's stay had
been fraught with intense spiritual excitement for him. As long as
the personality of the man was brought to bear upon him his nerves
were strung to a high pitch of tension; but the strain had been
severe, and the reaction was setting in. He was half afraid of the
lengths he had gone in some directions, and there came over him a
desire for a breathing space, for a haven of peace and safety; and
he felt that Fitzjames had counselled him well in advising a
removal to fresh quarters.

In those days it was not unusual for a student to move from one
hall or even college to another, if he were not upon the foundation
of the latter. Gloucester College (where Worcester College now
stands) was one of the many religious houses still to be found in
Oxford; but it was open to youths who were neither in orders nor
intending to enter the priesthood, but only to prosecute their
secular studies. Dalaber had a friend there who was one of the
inquirers after truth, and was also a friend of Garret. It was he
who had told him of the vacant room so near to his own, and thither
he and Fitzjames moved all his belongings during that day.

It was a pleasant chamber, and he was kindly welcomed by Ferrar,
who heard with great concern of Garret's peril. He himself had not
fallen under any suspicion as yet, so far as he knew; and he agreed
with Fitzjames that Dalaber had better keep himself very quiet for
the next few days, prosecuting his studies with zeal, and not
showing himself much in the streets. It was to be hoped that the
flight of Garret, when known, would avert further peril from
Oxford; but as Dalaber had certainly been his closest comrade and
companion during his visit, it behoved him to have a care that he
excited no more suspicion.

"'When they persecute you in one city, flee unto another,'" quoted
Fitzjames, as he settled his last load in Dalaber's new lodging,
which was beginning to look a little habitable, though still in
some confusion. "That is sound Scripture, is it not? and sound
sense into the bargain. But the town seems quiet enough to me now;
I have gone to and fro in many of the streets, and I have heard and
seen nothing to alarm."

Dalaber heaved a sigh of relief. He was nerving himself to meet his
fate bravely, whatever that fate might be;