Go and seek a new master and a better; and leave me to sleep in peace." With that, the window closed, and there was no more to be said.
I could scarcely believe the news the man told me.

And yet, when I remembered my master's disorderly ways, and the secret press in the cellar, it was easier understood.

Yet it must be for some other business than that which took me to Oxford.

For the Bishop's man I had met certainly never had Mr Walgrave's name from me, nor had a single copy of that scandalous libel, "A Whip for the Bishops," escaped from the hollow tree in Shotover wood.
If Master Walgrave were in durance vile, where was my mistress and her family?
It was vain, I knew, to attempt to learn more from the sleepy caretaker, at least till morning; nor was there anyone else, that I knew of, from whom I could get satisfaction.

So I had e'en to tramp the streets like a watchman till daybreak; and weary enough I was at the end of it.
Then I remembered that Mistress Walgrave had a constant gossip in Mistress Straw, the horologer's wife, three doors off.