'Well, it is proclaimed treason, to speak thus,' the Lady Mary sneered.
'Neither can you give your sainted mother her life again.' Katharine ignored her words. 'But these actions were not your father's. It was an ill man forced him to them. The saints be good to you; is it not time to forgive a sad man that would make amends? I would have you to write this letter.'
The Lady Mary's lips moved into the curves of a tormenting smile.
'You plead your lover's cause main well,' she uttered.
Katharine had another motion of impatience.
'Your cause I plead main better,' she said. 'It is certain that, this man once down, your bastardy should be reversed.'
'I do not ask it,' the Lady Mary said.
'But I ask that you give us peace here, so that the King may make amends to many that he hath sorely wronged. Do you not see that the King inclineth to the Church of God? Do you not see....'
'I see very plainly that I needs must thank you for better housing,' Mary answered. 'It is certain that my father had never brought me from that well at Isleworth, had it not been that he desireth converse with thee at his ease.'
Katharine's lips parted with a hot anger, but before she could speak the bitter girl said calmly: