“Only not so,” he answered, his face changing, “when you think of the Home whereto they are going, and of the glorious welcome which Christ the King shall give them.”
“And what think you?” said John. “Shall there be yet more burnings, or is this merely to strike terror, and shall stand alone?”
“I think,” replied he, “nor am I alone in my thought,—that it is the first drop of the thunder-storm.”
Isoult was struck by his use of the very words of Dr Thorpe.
“Ill times these,” remarked Mr Underhill, entering the Lamb, ten days later.
“Ill, in very sooth,” said Dr Thorpe. “It shall take us the rest of this month to get over the burning of Mr Rogers.”
“Marry, is that all you know!” said Mr Underhill, standing and looking round. “You live a marvellous quiet life; thank God for it.”
“What mean you?” cried Mrs Rose, springing to her feet.
“Sit down, Mrs Rose, sit down,” said he, gently. “I am sorry I frighted you—there was no need. But is it possible you know not, all, that Mr Lawrence Saunders of All Hallows hath been burned at Coventry, and Bishop Hooper at Gloucester?”
“Bishop Hooper!” cried all the voices together.