“Then I will sup here,” went on Hubert, “and we will talk meantime.”
When a place had been laid for him, he drew his chair round to the table and began to eat.
“May I begin at once?” asked Lackington, who had finished.
Hubert nodded.
“Then first I believe it to be a fact that you spoke with Mistress Isabel Norris on board the Elizabeth at Rye on the tenth of August last.”
Hubert had started violently at her name; but did his utmost to gain outward command of himself again immediately.
“Well?” he said.
—“And with Master Anthony Norris, lately made a priest beyond the seas.”
“That is a lie,” said Hubert.
Lackington politely lifted his eyebrows.