“Master Pynson! I pray you what brings you here? Is the boy well?”
“He is well,” answered Richard, in a low tone, “and Dame Lovell likewise. We came hither on matters pertaining to my friend who here standeth, and a terrible bruit hath reached us that the Lady Marnell will suffer this morrow.”
“It is true,” said Lord Marnell, sorrowfully.
“Can no help be found?” cried Richard, in an agony. “I would put my life for hers—yea, an hundred times twice told!”
“And I likewise,” said her husband. “No—there is no help. The King will hear of no remittance.”
“When is it?”
“At nine o’ the clock. You will come into the house and eat?”
Richard declined. He had already secured a chamber at the “Blue Boar,” and would not trouble his Lordship.
“Come, Master Carew,” said he to his companion, “let us be on our way.”
“Go ye for to see her?” inquired Lord Marnell.