Her voice was pleasant and rather deep, and Ralph found himself wondering who she was, and why he had not seen her before, for she evidently belonged to his class, and London was a small place.
"I see you are making one more chain to bind me to you," said More presently, watching her.
She held it up.
"A ring only," she said.
"Then it is not for me," said More, "for I do not hold with Dr.
Melanchthon, nor yet Solomon in the matter of wives.

Now, Mr.Torridon, tell us all some secrets.

Betray your master.

We are all agog.

Leave off that ring, Beatrice, and attend." "I am listening," said the girl as serenely as before, still intent on her weaving.
"The King breakfasted this morning at eight of the clock," said Ralph gravely.