XVII
SET A KNAVE TO CATCH A KNAVE
Brilliana had much ado to keep from laughing in the face of the uncouth genuflector, but she kept a grave face and uttered grave complaint.
“Master Hungerford! Master Hungerford! They tell me sad tales of you. Though you are as wealthy as wealthy you will not mend the King’s exchequer.”
Master Paul gave vent to such a wail as a dog makes when one treads unaware upon his tail, and clapped his hands about piteously.
“I wealthy! Forgive you, lady, for listening to such tales. I am not so graced. I am little bigger than a beggar.”
Brilliana wagged her curls.
“Why, now, Master Hungerford, you have a great estate.”