“I thank thee, good Master Gray,” he said. “’Tis what I looked for at thy hands; for a certain friend of mine, one Master Pry, hath commended thee to me in this wise very oft. Truly, I have repented me of the evil, and will sin no more. I see thou doubtest me! But”——
“Peace! peace!” cried Bernard. “I sought thee on another matter, concerning the affairs of thy sometime partner.”
“Anon; we will discourse of them anon,” replied Craftall. “Now, to give thee assurance of my amendment, let me tell thee where, to my knowledge, a seminary-priest is in hiding.”
“Let him be!” returned Bernard. “He hath a licence, no doubt; and even if he have not, ’twould be a hard matter, I dare affirm, to seize him in the discharge of his functions.”
“I tell thee, he hath no licence,” said Craftall, impatiently—for he expected to be visited by the sailors every moment. “Moreover, an’ thou wilt be guided by me, thou shalt seize him in the exercise of his office. To-morrow morning, he marries a cavalier of Spain, one Felix di Corva, to Mistress Evaline de Neville.”
Bernard started.
“Art advised of this?” he cried.
“An’ it be not true, denounce me!” exclaimed Craftall, solemnly.
“I must to horse straight, then!” said Bernard. “Here is some devilry at work!”