"Be these the only representatives of the flower of England's nobility that is to flock to the banner of the cause of England's freedom and religion ?" Scorn was stamped on every word of his question.
Battiscomb spread his hands, raised his brows, and said nothing.
"The Lord knows I do not say it exulting," said Fletcher; "but I told Your Grace yours was hardly the case of Henry the Seventh, as my Lord Grey would have you believe." "We shall see," snapped Grey, scowling at the Scot.

"The people are coming in hundreds--aye, in thousands--the gentry will follow; they must." "Make not too sure, Your Grace--oh, make not too sure," Wilding besought the Duke.

"As I have said, these hinds have nothing to lose but their lives." "Faith, can a man lose more ?" asked Grey contemptuously.

He disliked Wilding by instinct, which was but a reciprocation of the feeling with which Wilding was inspired by him.
"I think he can," said Mr.Wilding quietly.

"A man may lose honour, he may plunge his family into ruin.