“That fellow! did you not see him spit at me?”
“I did not observe it, sir,” said the servant; and presently took his leave.
“Why did that man spit at you, father?” asked Isabel, when they had come indoors.
“I cannot think, my dear; I have never seen him in my life.”
“I think Lackington knew,” said Anthony, with a shrewd air.
“Lackington! Why, Lackington did not even see him.”
“That was just it,” said Anthony.
Anthony’s talk about Cambridge during these first evenings in London was fascinating to Isabel, if not to their father, too. It concerned of course himself and his immediate friends, and dealt with such subjects as cock-fighting a good deal; but he spoke also of the public disputations and the theological champions who crowed and pecked, not unlike cocks themselves, while the theatre rang with applause and hooting. The sport was one of the most popular at the universities at this time. But above all his tales of the Queen’s visit a few years before attracted the girl, for was she not to see the Queen with her own eyes?
“Oh! father,” said the lad, “I would I had been there five years ago when she came. Master Taylor told me of it. They acted the Aulularia, you know, in King’s Chapel on the Sunday evening. Master Taylor took a part, I forget what; and he told me how she laughed and clapped. And then there was a great disputation before her, one day, in St. Mary’s Church, and the doctors argued, I forget what about, but Master Taylor says that of course the Genevans had the best of it; and the Queen spoke, too, in Latin, though she did not wish to, but my lord of Ely persuaded her to it; so you see she could not have learned it by heart, as some said. And she said she would give some great gift to the University; but Master Taylor says they are still waiting for it; but it must come soon, you see, because it is the Queen’s Grace who has promised it; but Master Taylor says he hopes she has forgotten it, but he laughs when I ask him what he means, and says it again.”
“Who is this Master Taylor?” asked his father.