“At the Green Dragon in Upper Holborn, in Saint Giles’s parish,” said another voice.
“Ha!” echoed Mr Marshall, turning to his new informant. “A recusant, Madam, and a dangerous fellow. And if this Mr Catesby you name be Mr Robert Catesby of Ashby Ledgers, he also is a recusant, and if I know him, a worser man than the other.”
“Hans, art thou sure of this Mr Percy?—that he whom Aubrey wist is the same man of whom Mr Marshall speaks?”
“I have seen Aubrey leave his house, Madam.”
Lady Louvaine looked very uneasy.
“And Mr Darcy?” said Edith.
“Him I know not,” answered Mr Marshall: which was not surprising, since he knew him only as Mr Walley.
“Hans, how much dost thou know?”
Hans knelt down by the large cushioned chair, and kissed the thin, blue-veined hand.
“Dear Lady Lettice, I know very little: and Aubrey would account me a sneak and a spy, were I to tell you what I do know. But I would not care for that if it might save him.”