"My brother-in-law, Nicholas, spoke of her prophecy of his Grace's death.

It is the devout that believe in her; the ungodly know her for a fool or a knave." "_Filii hujus saeculi prudentiores sunt_,"-- quoted Cromwell gravely.
"Your brother-in-law, I should think, was a child of light." "He is, sir." "I should have thought so.

And what else did you hear ?" "There is a good deal of memory of the Lady Katharine, sir.

I heard the foresters talking one day." "What of the Religious houses ?" Ralph hesitated.
"My brother Christopher has just gone to Lewes," he said.

"So I heard more of the favourable side, but I heard a good deal against them, too.
There was a secular priest talking against them one day, with our chaplain, who is a defender of them." "Who was he ?" asked Cromwell, with the same sharp, oblique glance.
"A man of no importance, sir; the parson of Great Keynes." "The Holy Maid is in trouble," went on the other after a minute's silence.