“I’ve not much time to spare,” said Elizabeth; “but I’ll give you a lift as far as Saint Peter’s—I can’t go further. Margaret Thurston, isn’t it? I must be in by eight; I’ll go with you till then.”
“I’ve only to go four doors past Saint Peter’s, so that’ll do well. You were at the preaching, weren’t you, this even?”
“Ay, and I thought I saw you.”
“Yes, I was there. He talked full bravely. I marvel if he’d stand if it came to it. I don’t think many would.”
“I misdoubt if any would, without God held them up.”
“Margaret says she’s sure she would,” said the other woman.
“Oh, ay, I don’t doubt myself,” said Margaret.
“Then I cry you mercy, but I doubt you,” replied Elizabeth.
“I’m sure you needn’t! I’d never flinch for pope nor priest.”
“Maybe not; but you might for rack or stake.”