He looked suddenly abashed, but she held to her question.
'I pass for Privy Seal's man,' he answered at last.
'But you have played him false,' she said. He grew pale, glanced over his shoulder, and put his finger on his lips.
'I'll wager it was for a woman,' she accused him. She wiped her lips with her apron and dropped her hands upon her lap.
'Why, keep troth to Cromwell if you can,' she said.
'I do think his sun sets,' he whispered.
'Why, I am sorry for it,' she answered. 'I have always loved him for a brewer's son. My father was a brewer.'
'Cromwell was begotten even by the devil,' Udal answered. 'He made me write a comedy in the vulgar tongue.'
'Be it as you will,' she answered. 'You shall know on which side to bite your cake better than I.'
He was still a little shaken at the thought of Privy Seal.