Ralph paused a moment respectfully.
"I cannot make a purse out of a sow's ear, sir.

I must have at least some sort of silk." When Cromwell had ceased to walk up and down, Ralph pointed out with considerable shrewdness that he did not suppose that his evidence was going to form the main ground of the attack on More; and that it would merely weaken the position to bring such feeble arguments to bear.
"Why he would tear them to shreds, sir, in five minutes; he would make out that they were our principal grounds--he is a skilled lawyer.

If I may dare to say so, Master Cromwell, let your words against Mr.More be few and choice." This was bolder speaking than he had ever ventured on before; but Cromwell was in a good humour.

The peers had proved tractable and had agreed to pass the attainder against Elizabeth Barton without any more talk of justice and the accused's right of defence; and he looked now at Ralph with a grim approval.
"I believe you are right, Mr.Torridon.I will think, over it." A week later the blow fell.
* * * * * Cromwell looked up at him one Sunday evening as he came into the room, with his papers, and without any greeting spoke at once.
"I wish you to go to Lambeth House to-morrow morning early, Mr.
Torridon.

Master More is to be there to have the Oath of Succession tendered to him with the others.