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A little grim amusement shone in his eyes as he spoke. Ralph looked at him a moment. "I mean it, Mr. Torridon: do your best. I wish him to think you his friend." As Ralph went across the Thames in a wherry the following morning, he was still thinking out the situation.
He had reported the result of his interview with More himself to his master; and Cromwell had received it rather coldly. He had sniffed once or twice. "That was not very well done, Mr. Torridon. I fear that you have frightened him, and gained nothing by it." Ralph stood silent. "But I see you make no excuses," went on Cromwell, "so I will make them for you.
Sir James gave an exclamation and leant forward; and Chris tightened his lips. "She is a friend of Mr. More's," went on Lady Torridon, apparently unconscious of the sensation she was making, "but that is Ralph's business, I suppose." "Why did Ralph not write to me?" asked his father, with a touch of sternness. Lady Torridon answered him by a short pregnant silence, and then went on
He sat down by his father. "You have seen Ralph, I hear," observed Lady Torridon. Chris did not know how much she knew, and simply assented. He had told his father everything. "I have some news," she went on in an unusually talkative mood, "for you both. Ralph is to marry Beatrice Atherton the girl you saw in his rooms, Christopher."
Herries, "you might lay before his Grace that this is a free and open confession. Mr. Torridon did burn papers, and important ones; but they would not have served anything. Master Cromwell was cast without them." "But Mr. Torridon did not know that?" questioned the Archbishop blandly. "Yes, my Lord," cried Sir James, "he must have known that my Lord Cromwell "
"He is in high feather," said More, "and I have no doubt that his conscience is as clear as his eyes. Come, Mr. Torridon; sit you down. What have you come for?" Ralph sat back on the window-seat with his back to the light, and his hat between his knees. "I came to see you, sir; I have not been to the Commissioners. I heard you were here." "Why, yes," said More, "here I am."
At the beginning of May she told Ralph that she was making another appeal to Cromwell for help, and begged him to forward her petition. "My silks are all gone," she said, "and the little gold chain and cross that you may remember, Mr. Torridon, went last month, too I cannot tell what we shall do. Mr.
Torridon you will dine with me?" "I regret I cannot, my Lord," said Ralph; and went out of the room. There were no explanations or apologies on either side when they met again; but in a few days their behaviour to one another was as usual. Yet underneath the smooth surface Ralph's heart rankled and pricked with resentment.
A bell sounded out at last again from the tower, and startled him. He got up quickly. "I am ashamed," he said smiling, "how dare I stay so long? It is your kindness, Mr. More." "Nay, nay," said Sir Thomas, rising too and stretching himself. "You have helped us to lose another day in the pleasantest manner possible you must come again, Mr. Torridon."
Lady Torridon looked from one to the other with serene amusement, and there was an odd pause such as generally fell when she showed signs of speaking. Her lips moved but she said nothing, and ran her eyes over the silver flagons before her. When the Maxwells had gone at last, and prayers were over, Chris slipped across the Court with a towel, and went up to the priest's room over the sacristy. Mr.
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