At this tidings Cicely turned faint, and Emlyn rated Bridget, asking if her few wits had left her, or if she thought that name was so pleasant to her mistress that she should suddenly bawl it in her ear.
Thereon the poor old soul, who was not too strong-brained and much afraid of Emlyn since she had thrown her medicines out of the window, began to weep, protesting that she had meant no harm, till Cicely, recovering, soothed her and sent her back to say that she would wait upon his lordship.
"Are you afraid of him, Mistress ?" asked Emlyn, as they prepared to follow.
"A little, Nurse.

He has shown himself a man to be afraid of, has he not?
My father and my husband are in his net, and will he spare the last fish in the pool--a very narrow pool ?" and she glanced at the high walls about her.

"I fear lest he should take you from me, and wonder why he has not done so already." "Because my father was a Spaniard, and through him I know that which would ruin him with his friends, the Pope and the Emperor.

Also, he believes that I have the evil eye, and dreads my curse.

Still, one day he may try to murder me; who knows?
Only then the secret of the jewels will go with me, for that is mine alone; not yours even, for if you had it they would squeeze it out of you.