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"Ursula Felstede came in and dressed dinner for me, and Margaret Thurston looked in after, and she washed some matters and did a bit of mending; and at after I had company Father Tye, and Robin Purcas, and Jack Love. So thou seest I was not right lonesome." "He took good care of you. Father," said Cissy, looking happy. It was evident that Cissy lived for and in her father.
"Ursula Felstede has them, Mistress, till the Black Nuns of Hedingham shall fetch them away." "Ursula Felstede! `Unstable as water. That for Ursula Felstede. Black Nuns shall not have 'em while Philippa Wade's above ground. I tell thee, Dorothy, wherever those little ones go, the Lord's blessing 'll go with them.
Thou shalt keep them well, learn them to be good Catholics, and deliver them to the Black Nuns when they demand it." Ursula courtesied again, and "hoped she should do her duty." "So do I hope," said the priest. "But I give thee warning, Ursula Felstede, that thy duty hath not been over well done ere this: and 'tis high time thou shouldst amend if thou desire not to be brought to book."
"What do you with the babe, little maid, when you go forth?" asked Alice. "Baby?" said Cissy, looking up. "Oh, we leave her with Ursula Felstede, next door. She's quite safe till we come back." Rose now came in from the inner room, where she had been putting on her hood and mantle. There were no bonnets then.
"Black Nuns of Hedingham," said the porter. He did not say anything about the temporary sojourn with Ursula Felstede. Johnson groaned and drew Cissy closer to him. "Don't be feared, Father," said Cissy bravely, though her lips quivered till she could hardly speak. "Don't be feared: we'll never do anything you've told us not." "God bless thee, my darling, and God help thee!" said the poor father.
"What, is there a lesser babe yet?" asked Dr Chedsey, laughing. "Ay, there is so: a babe in arms." "Worshipful Sirs, might it please you to hear a poor woman?" "Speak on, good wife." "Sirs," said the woman who had spoken, coming forward out of the crowd, "my name is Ursula Felstede, and I dwell at Thorpe, the next door to Johnson. The babes know me, and have been in my charge aforetime.
"Call the woman in." Ursula Felstede was called in, and stood courtesying at the door. Sir John put on his stern and pompous manner in speaking to her. "It seemeth best to the Queen's Grace's Commission," said he, "that these children were sent in the keeping of the Sisters of Hedingham: yet as time may elapse ere the Prioress cometh to town, we leave them in thy charge until she send for them.
I don't just know where they are." "Call that looking sharp after 'em?" Ursula laughed a little uneasily. "Well, one can't be just a slave to a pack of children, can one? I'll look out and see if they are in sight." "Thank you, I'll do that, without troubling you. Now, Ursula Felstede, I've one thing to say to you, so I'll say it and get it over.
Mr Ewring, with set face, trying to force a smile for his wife's encouragement; Mrs Foulkes, gazing with clasped hands and tearful eyes on her daughter; Thomas Holt and all his family; Mr Ashby and all his; Ursula Felstede, looking very unhappy; Dorothy Denny, looking very sad; old Walter Purcas, leaning on his staff, from time to time shaking his white head as if in bitter lamentation; a little behind the others, Mrs Clere and Amy; and in front, busiest of the busy, Sir Thomas Tye and Nicholas Clere.
She went up to look after her little brother, and the landlady turned to Ursula. "Now, Ursula Felstede, I want these children." "Then you must ask leave from the Queen's Commissioners, Mistress Wade. Eh, I couldn't give 'em up if it were ever so! I daren't, for the life o' me!" Mrs Wade begged, coaxed, lectured, and almost threatened her, but for once Ursula was firm.
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