"But the poor thing is in great trouble about her husband, Mr. Batie," said my mistress. "Can we do nothing for her?"
"We will consider of that."
So saying, Mr. Batie would have me sit down and tell him the whole story. He shook his head when I had finished.
"'Tis a sad case, and I know not what to do," said he. "I know Sir John well."
"Ay, he would betray his best friend for a groat, and sell his own soul for a rose noble!" said my mistress. "I dare say it was all a made up plot to get out of the payment of your husband's legacy. It would be like him."
Mr. Batie looked a little shocked at this sally. It was plain my mistress was not greatly changed, after all.
"We are in evil case, and may have to fly any day," said Mr. Batie. "Gardiner is great at court once more, and he hath—I know not why—a venomous hatred to my wife."
I could well guess why, knowing how she used to laugh at him.
"But you shall have a shelter while we have one ourselves," continued Mr. Batie, quickly, "and I will inquire about your husband, and befriend him if possible, that you may be sure."
But, alas, it was not possible, nor could I ever succeed in hearing from him again.