midday
Could it be that when at length the cup of joy was so near her lips fate waited to dash it down again ? She knew not , who had naught but faith to lean on , that faith which in the past had served her well . Meanwhile , she was sure that if Christopher lived he would make his way to Cranwell or to Blossholme , and , whatever the risk , thither she would go also as fast as horses could carry her . Hurry as they would , midday was an hour gone ere they rode out of Cheapside . There was so much to do , and even then things were left undone . The four of them travelled humbly clad , giving out that they were a party of merchant folk returning to Cambridge after a visit to London as to an inheritance in which they were interested , especially Cicely , who posed as a widow named Johnson . This was their story , which they varied from time to time according to circumstances .