“O Clare!” said Blanche mockingly.
“I could never do no such a thing,” added Clare, in a low tone.
“What, thou wouldst lodge and feed him?”
“Most surely.”
“Then shouldst thou harbour the Queen’s enemy.”
“I should harbour mine own enemy,” said Clare. “And thou wist who bade us, ‘If thine enemy hunger, feed him.’”
“Our Lord said that to His disciples.”
“And are not we His disciples?”
“Gramercy, maiden! Peter, and John, and Andrew, and the like. ’Twas never meant for folk in these days?”
“Marry La’kin! What say you, Mistress Blanche?—that God’s Word was not meant for folk now o’ days?”