It is true that they spoke of such things as the conversion of England, and of the progress that the Faith was making; and they told many wonderful stories of the religion of the common people in country places, and how a priest was received by them as an angel of God, and of their marvellous goodness and constancy under the bitterest trials; but so, I take it, would the Apostles themselves have spoken in Rome and Asia and Jerusalem.

But as to the disloyalty that was afterwards charged against them, still less of any hatred or murderous designs, there was not one such thought that passed through any of their minds.
It was a plain but well-furnished chamber in which we sat.

Beneath the windows folks came and went continually.

There were hangings on the wall; and a press full of books and papers, and two or three tables; but there was no concealment of anything, nor thought of it.

Through the door I saw Mr.Grove laying for dinner.
"But you will surely stay for dinner," said Father Fenwick, when I said that I must be gone presently.
I told him that I was to ride to Waltham Cross with my cousins, and that I was to meet them for dinner first at the coffee-house beside the Maypole in the Strand.
"And to Hare Street to-morrow, then," said Father Whitbread--or Mr.
White as he was called sometimes.
I told him, Yes; and that I did not know how long I should be there.
"The King will be at Windsor next month, I think," he said; "but he will be back again for August.