I have fled here to escape him, having no other refuge, though you may think ill of me for this deed." "Not I, my child.

I should not speak against yonder Abbot, for he is my superior in the Church, though, mind you, I owe him no allegiance, since this benefice is not in his gift, nor am I a Benedictine.

Therefore I will tell you the truth.

I hold the man not honest.

All is provender that comes to his maw; moreover, he is no Englishman, but a Spaniard, one sent here to work against the welfare of this realm; to suck its wealth, stir up rebellion, and make report of all that passes in it, for the benefit of England's enemies." "Yet he has friends at Court, or so said my father." "Aye, aye, such folks have ever friends--their money buys them; though mayhap an ill day is at hand for him and his likes.