Chapter Thirty.
“They won’t make me!”
“What! Agnes Bongeor taken to the Moot Hall? Humph! they’ll be a-coming for me next. I must get on with my work. Let’s do as much as we can for the Lord, ere we’re called to suffer for Him. Thou tookest my message to Master Commissary, Doll?”
Dorothy Denny murmured something which did not reach the ear of Mrs Wade.
“Speak up, woman! I say, thou tookest my message?”
“Well, Mistress, I thought—”
“A fig for thy thought! Didst give my message touching Johnson’s children?”
“N–o, Mistress, I,—”
“Beshrew thee for an unfaithful messenger. Dost know what the wise King saith thereof? He says it is like a foot out of joint. Hadst ever thy foot out o’ joint? I have, and I tell thee, if thou hadst the one foot out of joint, thou wouldst not want t’other. I knew well thou wert an ass, but I did not think thee unfaithful. Why didst not give my message?”
There were tears in Dorothy’s eyes.