But I let them guess, and pushed on, along the river's bank, to Twickenham, and then over the wild heath, and through the woods, till at last I came to Hounslow, where I halted to rest my beast.
As I was leaving that place, there overtook me an important-looking man with two men-servants, mounted, following him.

He seemed friendly disposed and talkative, and as he too was going to Oxford, we agreed to join company, and fell into conversation.

He asked me my errand and I replied, truly enough, I went to visit a gentleman at Oxford.

He told me, with not a little bluster, he too went to wait upon a gentleman at Oxford, but he guessed the varlet would get little joy out of his visit.
"Why," said I, "are you an officer of the courts of law, or a bailiff ?" "Yes and no," said he.

"I serve a great master, and go to catch a great rogue." Then, being warmed by the ale he had had at Hounslow and my questions, he told me he was no other than the Bishop of London's man; and that wind had come to his Grace that some evil-disposed persons had been issuing a wicked and scandalous libel against the Queen and her bishops and clergy, and that the arch offender in this bad business was known to be a certain--he would not say who--at Oxford.