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"You shall go to your son," he said, "and see how he fares, and tell him this. And she shall have the order of release presently, from me or another." Again the little mouth creased and twitched with amusement. "And I hope he will be happy with his mother. You may tell him that from me." The Archbishop looked up. "Mistress Torridon is dead, your Grace," he said softly and questioningly.
"But if this is true " "Why, it is true! God help him," cried the old man. "Then that is what we need, sir; as you said just now. Yes, Mr. Herries?" The lawyer glanced at the old man again. "That is sufficient guarantee, my Lord, that Mr. Ralph Torridon is no enemy of his Grace's projects." "I cannot bear that!" cried Sir James.
Cromwell looked up at him one Sunday evening as he came into the room, with his papers, and without any greeting spoke at once. "I wish you to go to Lambeth House to-morrow morning early, Mr. Torridon. Master More is to be there to have the Oath of Succession tendered to him with the others. Do your best to persuade him to take it; be his true friend."
Herries pointed out with laborious minuteness that this was beside the question altogether. He did not propose that Sir James Torridon should go to the Archbishop as to a spiritual superior, but as to one who chanced to have great influence; if he were a murderer it would make no difference to his advice. Chris broke in with troubled eyes.
"I thought not this morning," said Ralph, "as I came here. It seemed hot rowing against the stream." "It is part of the day's work," said More. "When I was Chancellor I loved nothing more than a hot summer's day in Court, for I thought of my cool garden where I should soon be walking. I must show you the New Building after dinner, Mr. Torridon."
I saw him with the duke before, when we went into the Whitefriars for the pardon; and he stood there behind with the look of a devil on his face; and now here he was again " "His name, sir?" put in Dom Adrian. "Torridon, father, Torridon! He was a " There was a sharp movement in the room, so that the monk stopped and looked round him amazed.
He will not escape; and will do nothing on such hearsay, but only tells us to trust God, and laughs at us all. Good Mr. Torridon, do what you can. Your loving friend, B.A." Ralph went back from the window where he was still standing, and sat down again, bending his head into his hands. He had no sort of scruples against lying as such or betraying Mr.
"Is it all in your handwriting, Mistress Torridon?" "Yes, my child; I continued writing in it ever since I first entered religion in 1534; so you see the handwriting changes a little," and she smiled to herself. "Oh, but this is charming," cried Mary, intent on the book. "Read it, my dear, aloud."
"And what have you come to ask me?" "I have come to ask nothing, Master More," said Ralph indignantly, withdrawing his hand "except to be of service to you." "To talk about the oath," corrected the other placidly. "Very well then. Do you begin, Mr. Torridon."
"And then he must look at the horses to see that all is as you wish." Mr. Morris came in a moment later, and bowed with great deference to the little old lady, who enquired his name. "When you have finished with your man, Mr. Torridon, perhaps you will allow him to ring for me at the door opposite. I will go with him to see the horses." Mr.
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