Sir Thomas shouted as desired—the quickest way of settling matters—and when Jennet had come and gone with the fuel, he glanced into the little chamber to see if it were vacant. Finding no one there, he drew the bolt and sat down.
“Gramercy, Sir Thomas! be we all prisoners?” demanded his wife with a little laugh.
“Orige,” replied Sir Thomas, “Rachel and I have a thing to show thee.”
“I thought you looked both mighty sad,” remarked the lady calmly.
“Dost know where is Blanche?”
“Good lack, no! I never wis where Blanche is.”
“Orige, wouldst like to have Blanche wed?”
“Blanche!—to whom?”
“To Don John de Las Rojas.”
“Gramercy! Sir Thomas, you never mean it?”