'Oh, mock on,' she answered.
He leaned forward and spoke tenderly.
'Why, poor child,' he said. 'If a man be moved because you moved him, it was you who moved him. Now, if you can move such a heavy man that is a certain proof that he is not indifferent to you.'
'He threatened me with a gaol,' Katharine said bitterly.
'Aye,' Throckmorton answered, 'for you were in fault to him. That is ever the weakness of your simple natures. They will go brutally to work upon a man.'
'Tell me, then, in three words, what his Highness will do with me,' she said.
'There you go brutally to work again,' he said. 'I am a poor man that do love you. You ask what another man will do with you that affects you.'
He stood up to his full height, dressed all in black velvet.
'Let us, then, be calm,' he said, though his voice trembled and he paused as if he had forgotten the thread of his argument. 'Why, even so, you were in grievous fault to his Highness that is a prince much troubled. As thus: You were certain of the rightness of your cause.'
'It is that of the dear saints,' Katharine said.... He touched his bonnet with three fingers.