What might the pillars mean, sir ?" Again Chris confessed he did not know.
"Ah, sir!" said Morris reflectively, as if he had received a satisfactory answer.

"And there was his saddle, Mr.Christopher, with silver-gilt stirrups, and red velvet, set on my lord's mule.

And there was the Red Hat borne in front by another gentleman.

At mass, too, he would be served by none under the rank of an earl; and I heard that he would have a duke sometimes for his lavabo.

I heard Mr.Ralph say that there was more than a hundred and fifty carts that went with the Lord Cardinal up to Cawood, and that was after the King's grace had broken with him, sir; and he was counted a poor man." Chris asked what was in the carts.
"Just his stuff, sir," said Mr.Morris reverentially.
The servant seemed to take a melancholy pleasure in recounting these glories, but was most discreet about the political aspects of Wolsey, although Chris tried hard to get him to speak, and he would neither praise nor blame the fallen prelate; he was more frank, however, about Campeggio, who as an Italian, was a less dangerous target.
"He was not a good man, I fear, Mr.Christopher.They told some very queer tales of him when he was over here.