I had my letters not only to the Court, but to the Jesuits as well--though of these I had been careful to say nothing to my cousin; for I could present these very well without his assistance.

And this holy war I was to carry on by my own wits, though a soldier in that great army of Christ that fights continually with spiritual weapons against the deceits of Satan.
I wondered, then, as I lay there in the dark, as to whether this war would be as bloodless as seemed likely; whether indeed it were true (and if true, whether it were good or bad) that Catholics should again almost be in the fashion, as my cousin had said.

There were still those old bloody laws against us; was it so sure that they would never be revived again?
And if they were revived, how should I bear myself; and how would my Cousin Jermyn, and all those other Catholics of whom London was so full?
Of all these things, then, I thought; but my last thoughts, before I commended myself finally to God and Our Lady, were of my Cousin Dorothy--that little maid, as I feigned to myself to think of her.

Yes; I would go down to Hare Street in Hertfordshire so soon as I conveniently could, without neglecting my business.

It would be pleasant to see what place it was that my Cousin Dorothy called her home..