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Updated: July 27, 2025
"Amy!" she heard Mistress Clere call from her bedchamber, "look out and see who is there." Amy slept at the front of the house, in the room next to the porch-chamber. Elizabeth rose to her feet, giving her garments a shake down as the only form of dressing just then in her power, and looked out of the window. The moment she did so she knew that one of the supreme moments of her life had come.
"Just what might have been expected of thee, my paragon of wisdom! Well, never mind. I'll tell her she was her aunt. That will do as well." When the daily cleaning, dusting, cooking, and baking were duly completed, Licorice made Belasez's heart flutter by a command to attend her in the little porch-chamber.
I vow I'm well-nigh sorry for thee, for all thy perversity. Well, we'll see. Mayhap I will, if I think on't." "Thank you, Mistress!" said Elizabeth gratefully, as Mistress Clere took the mug from her, and left the little porch-chamber as before, locking her prisoner in the prison.
Mrs Clere knew well that suspicion had attached to her husband's name in time past, which made her more desirous to free herself from all complicity with what the authorities were pleased to call heresy. Amy ran upstairs and unlocked the door of the porch-chamber. "Bessy, the Bailiff's come for thee!" A faint flush rose to Elizabeth's face as she stood up.
The long hours of that day wore on, and nobody came again to Elizabeth in the porch-chamber. The dusk fell, and she heard the sounds of locking up the house and going to bed, and began to understand that neither supper nor bed awaited her that night.
"Dissimulation again, Licorice!" came, with a heavy sigh, from Abraham. "Hold thy tongue! Where should we be without it?" Abraham made no answer. But early on the following morning he summoned Belasez to the little porch-chamber, and she went with her heart beating. As she suspected, the catechism was now to be gone through. But poor Abraham was the more timid of the two.
"Please you, Mistress, there was nought but that in the coffer." "What coffer?" "The walnut, in the porch-chamber." "Well, if ever I did! I never spake a word of the walnut coffer, nor the porch-chamber neither, I told thee the great oak coffer, and that's in my chamber, as thou knows, as well as thou knows thy name's Dorothy.
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