Her eyes met his with no appearance of insincerity.
“Send Osmund to me,” he said, walking into the house, and laying down his hat and stick on the settle in the hall.
“Sir, under your good pleasure, Osmund went with Mistress.”
“And turned not again?”
“He hath not come back here, Sir.”
“Then they have taken flight!” cried the priest in a passion. “Margery Danby, as you fear the judgment of the Church, and value her favour, I bid you tell me whither they are gone.”
“Sir, even for holy Church’s favour, I cannot say that which I know not.”
“On your soul’s salvation, do you not know it?” he said solemnly.
“On my soul’s salvation, Sir, I know it not.”
The priest strode up and down the hall more than once. Then he came and faced Margery, who was now standing beside the wide fireplace in the hall.