"Oh!" said Tongue eagerly. "Did he come often?"
"No. Only once. But as I was telling you, there was a youngster in that crowd—"
But the other again broke in impatiently:
"You only saw Sir Anthony Wykeham once? When was that?"
"He came with my lord of Stowmaries."
"My lord Stowmaries? You know my lord Stowmaries? Did he come often?"
"Every day nearly. Mistress Peyton is like to marry him, now that he's rid of his first wife."
To Daniel Pye's utter astonishment, this simple fact—which he himself considered of very minor interest in comparison with the story of his own troubles—seemed to delight his newly-found friend.
Master Tongue jumped up with every sign of eager excitement.
"You knew my lord Stowmaries?" he reiterated insistently. "You knew him well?"