I believe they are a couple of knaves--clever knaves, I will grant, though perhaps the woman is something of a fool too; for she deceives persons as wise even as Mr.
Carleton here by speaking of shrift and the like; and so she does the priests' will, and hopes to get gain for them and herself.

I am not alone in thinking this--there are many in town who think with me, and holy persons too." "Is Master Cromwell one of them ?" put in Chris bitterly.
Ralph raised his eyebrows a little.
"There is no use in sneering," he said, "but Master Cromwell is one of them.

I suppose I ought not to speak of this; but I know you will not speak of it again; and I can tell you of my own knowledge that the Holy Maid will not be at St.Sepulchre's much longer." His father leaned forward.
"Do you mean--" he began.
"I mean that His Grace is weary of her prophesyings.

It was all very well till she began to meddle with matters of State; but His Grace will have none of that.

I can tell you no more.