He was calling out for a drink just now (which he hath got, I see) either for gladness or for dryness, or else that we might know _quod ille notus erat pontifici_." Dr.Latimer passed presently, his arms on either side flung round a priest's neck; he too was talking volubly and laughing; and the skirts of his habit wagged behind him.
"He is in high feather," said More, "and I have no doubt that his conscience is as clear as his eyes.

Come, Mr.Torridon; sit you down.
What have you come for ?" Ralph sat back on the window-seat with his back to the light, and his hat between his knees.
"I came to see you, sir; I have not been to the Commissioners.

I heard you were here." "Why, yes," said More, "here I am." "I came to see if I could be of any use to you, Master More; I know a friend's face is a good councillor sometimes, even though that friend be a fool." More patted him softly on the knee.
"No fool," he said, "far from it." He looked at him so oddly that Ralph feared that he suspected him; so he made haste to bring out Beatrice's letter.
"Mistress Atherton has written me this," he said.

"I was able to do her a little service--at least I thought it so then." More took the letter and glanced at it.
"A very pretty letter," he said, "and why do you show it me ?" Ralph looked at him steadily.
"Because I am Master Cromwell's servant; and you never forget it." More burst into a fit of laughter; and then took Ralph kindly by the hand.
"You are either very innocent or very deep," he said.

"And what have you come to ask me ?" "I have come to ask nothing, Master More," said Ralph indignantly, withdrawing his hand--"except to be of service to you." "To talk about the oath," corrected the other placidly.