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Cranmer again looked at him almost fiercely. "Mr. Ralph Torridon was one of the Visitors," explained the Archbishop nervously. "And this fellow a monk!" cried the King. "They must have met at Lewes, your Grace." "Ah! my Lord," cried Sir James suddenly. "I entreated you " Henry turned on him suddenly. "Tell us the tale, sir. What is all this?"
The other stared at him under black brows. "You are insolent, sir." Ralph bowed. "See here," said Cromwell, "my men must have no master but me. They must leave houses and brethren and sisters for my sake. You should understand that by now; and that I repay them a hundredfold. You have been long enough in my service to know it. I have said enough. You can sit down, Mr. Torridon."
Then he shut the door, and turned to his son. Chris had begun to laugh. It was a very strange household that Christmas at Overfield. Mary and her husband came over with their child, and the entire party, with the exception of the duellists themselves, settled down to watch the conflict between Lady Torridon and Beatrice Atherton.
The fifth member of the family, Lady Maxwell's sister, Mistress Margaret Torridon, was a quiet-faced old lady, seldom seen abroad, and round whom, as round her eldest nephew, hung a certain air of mystery. The difficulties of this Catholic family were considerable.
Miss Corbet's own eyes were full of tears as the old lady finished: and she put out her white slender hand, which Mistress Torridon took and stroked for a moment. "Well," she said, "I haven't talked like this for a long while; but I knew you would understand. My dear, I have watched you while you have been here this time." Mary Corbet smiled a little uneasily.
The Archbishop's voice broke in again. "Are we to understand, your Grace, that your Grace's clemency is extended to Mr. Ralph Torridon?" "Eh! then," said the King peevishly, "hold your tongue, my Lord. I am trying to remember. Where is Michael?" "Shall I call him, your Grace?" "Nay, then; let the lawyer ring the bell!" Mr.
Torridon," cried the priest, "and do not spare the adjectives. I have some fine tales for you myself. But we must despatch this place first. We shall have grand sport in the chapter-house to-morrow. This prior is a poor timid fellow, and we can do what we will with him. Concealed treason is a sharp sword to threaten him with." Ralph remarked presently that he had a brother a monk here.
She turned the last corner from the alley, passed up the little street, and turned again across the little cobbled yard that lay before the house. Mr. Morris was at the door as she came up, and he now stood aside. He seemed doubtful. "Mr. Torridon has gentlemen with him, madam." "Then I will wait," said Beatrice serenely, and made a motion to come in.
"Tell him that they were killed on Tuesday." Sir James and his younger son were walking together a few yards away in deep talk; and Lady Torridon had caused a chair to be set for her at the top of the terrace steps where she could at once do her duty as a mother, and be moderately comfortable at the same time.
Layton's livery, with an anxious-faced monk or two here and there among them, and a buzz and clatter rose on all sides. One of Dr. Layton's secretaries who had been at Durford, recognised Ralph and came up immediately, saluting him deferentially. "The doctor is with the Sub-Prior, sir," he said. "He gave orders that you were to be brought to him as soon as you arrived, Mr. Torridon."
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