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By daylight Tibble looked even more sallow, lean, and sickly, and Stephen could not help saying to the serving-man nearest to him, "Can such a weakling verily be an armourer?" "Yea, sir. Wry-mouthed Tibble, as they call him, was a sturdy fellow till he got a fell against the mouth of a furnace, and lay ten months in St. Bartholomew's Spital, scarce moving hand or foot.
The swagger of Giles actually forfeited for him the first turn, which though he was no favourite with the men would have been granted to his elder years and his relationship to the master; but on his overbearing demand to enter the boat which was to carry down a little anvil and charcoal furnace, with a few tools, rivets, nails, and horse-shoes, Tibble coolly returned that he needed no such gay birds; but if Giles chose to be ready in his leathern coat when Stephen Birkenholt came home at mid-day, mayhap he might change with him.
He was a great loss at that especial time, as a restraining power, trusted by the innovators, and a personal friend both of King and Cardinal, and his preaching and catechising were sorely missed at Saint Paul's. Tibble Steelman, though thinking he did not go far enough, deplored him deeply; but Tibble himself was laid by for many days.
This again made Ambrose smile with pleasure as he thought of the boy as keeping up the name of Birkenholt in the Forest. The one wish he expressed was that Stephen would send down Tibble Steelman to be with him. For in truth they both felt that in London Tib might at any time be laid hands on, and suffer at Smithfield for his opinions.
"He wotteth well that Hillyer hath none who can burnish plate armour like Tibble here." "Moreover the last iron we had from that knave Mepham is nought. It works short under the hammer." "That shall be seen to, Kit. The rest of the budget to-morrow. I must on to my mother."
For Tibble was no impulsive Italian, but a sober-minded Englishman of sturdy good sense, and Ambrose was reasonable enough to listen and only drop in a few groats which he knew to be his own. At the same moment, a church bell was heard, the tone of which Steelman evidently distinguished from all the others, and he led the way out of the Pardon churchyard, over the space in front of St. Paul's.
Tibble shrugged his shoulders, and cited the old saying, "The nearer the church" adding, "Truth hath a voice, and will out." "But surely this is not the truth?" "'Tis mighty like it, sir, though it might be spoken in a more seemly fashion." "What's this?" demanded Ambrose. "'Tis a noble house." "That's the Bishop's palace, sir a man that hath much to answer for." "Liveth he so ill a life then?"
She secretly hoped he would take the hint and immediately portion Aldonza himself perhaps likewise find the husband. And she was disappointed that he only promised to consider the matter and let her hear from him. She went back and told Tibble that his device was nought, an old scholar with one foot in the grave knew less of women than even he did!
The figure was tall, lithe, and active, the brown ruddy face had none of the blank stare of vacant idiocy, but was full of twinkling merriment, the black eyes laughed gaily, and perhaps only so clear-sighted and shrewd an observer as Tibble would have detected a weakness of purpose about the mouth.
I know him so far that he would not be the ingrate Jack to turn his back on the old master or the old man. He is a good lad. But but I've ever set my face against the prentice wedding the master's daughter, save when he is of her own house, like Giles. Tell me, Tibble, deemst thou that the varlet hath dared to lift his eyes to the lass?" "I wot nothing of love!" said Tibble, somewhat grimly.
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