"Do none in Antwerp know?" asked Gray, impatiently.
"Some say for Mechlin—others for Breda."
"Get me a fleet horse, Maître Baudoin—I can pay you well—I must see this bishop—"
"Horses?—do you mean to ride to both places at once?"
"No—to the nearest first."
"Vain, vain, messire," said the hosteller, shrugging his shoulders, "be assured that he will not tell you."
"Not if I implore him to do so?"
"Not if you dashed out your brains—morbleu!"
"Where did the lady go after the procession dispersed?"
"Back to the cathedral—it is the custom."