“Ay,” briefly answered Hugh.
“Draw it out then again.”
“Where is the use? I shall never have the chance of using it, and if I had, I could not now when that false loon has had all this time to push on with his.”
“Still—do as I bid thee,” returned Wat obstinately.
Nor would he rest until he had the design safely in his keeping. Then he carried it to Prothasy.
“Prithee, goodwife, hast thou any place where thou canst bestow this safely?”
“What for?”
“It is Hugh’s design for the corbel which he was to have carved: one he did before, and has never seen since the day the master was taken ill.”
“There are places in the yard without lumbering the house.”
“Ay, mistress, but I would have thee keep it where none of us, not even Hugh himself, should ever see it. He hath marked the day of the month upon it—see.”