Amphillis took her own spindle, and sat down beside Marabel, who was just beginning to spin.
“What was it so diverted Agatha at supper?” inquired Marabel.
“She laughs full easily,” answered Amphillis; and told her what had been the subject of discourse.
“She is a light-minded maid,” said Marabel. “So you thought Master Norman had a satisfied look, trow? Well, I count you had the right.”
“Agatha said she knew not of nought in this world that should satisfy him.”
Marabel smiled. “I misdoubt if that which satisfieth him ever came out of this world. Amphillis, whenas you dwelt in London town, heard you at all preach one of the poor priests?”
“What manner of folks be they?”
“You shall know them by their raiment, for they mostly go clad of a frieze coat, bound by a girdle of unwrought leather.”
“Oh, ay? I heard once a friar so clad; and I marvelled much to what Order he belonged. But it was some while gone.”
“What said he?”