There was silence, and then Walsingham’s deep tones.
“Your Grace has but to command.”
“His name is James Maxwell, and he is a popish priest.”
A longer silence followed.
“I do not know if your Grace knows all the circumstances.”
“I do, sir, or I should not interfere.”
“The feeling of the people was very strong.”
“Well, and what of that?”
“It will be a risk of your Grace’s favour with them.”
“Have I not said that my name was not to appear in the matter? And do you think I fear my people’s wrath?”