“Oh, we will satisfy the Catholics at large that the act is done for the restitution of religion,” answered Catesby; “and the heretics, that it was to prevent the Union sought to be established at this Parliament.”
“Sirs, I cannot brook this!” Tresham broke in eagerly. “My Lords Monteagle and Stourton, as you know, have wedded my sisters. I implore you to warn them: at the least, I do beseech you, save my Lord Monteagle!”
“What, to tell him what shall hap?” cried Catesby. “Never!”
“Impossible, Mr Tresham!” replied Percy. “I regret it as much as you.”
“They shall be warned!” cried Tresham vehemently.
“Remember your oath!” answered Catesby sternly.
“I shall not forget it. But something must be done to save my Lord Monteagle. I am beholden to him, and I love him dear.”
“Well, well!” suggested Winter, making an endeavour to cast oil upon the troubled waters, “can you not be earnest with him to do something on that day, which shall carry him out of the way?”
“I am afraid not!” said Tresham, shaking his head. “He will reckon it his duty to be there, or I err.”
“Time enough betwixt now and October,” said Fawkes.