He did so in a manner the most binding.

“I thank you, my beloved. This precaution is necessary, for though you know it not, you are under the command of vulgar prejudices: the business on which I must be employed this night might startle you from its singularity, and lower me in your opinion. Tell me; are you possessed of the key of the low door on the western side of the garden?”

“The door which opens into the burying-ground common to us and the sisterhood of St. Clare? I have not the key, but can easily procure it.”