“That is not to the purpose,” said the Queen peevishly.
“It was Catholics who fought against me in the Armada, and it was Catholics who plotted against me at Court.”
“Then there is a difference in Catholics, your Grace,” said Anthony.
“Ah! I see what you would be at.”
“Yes, your Highness; I would rather say, Although they be Catholics they do these things.”
There was silence again, which Anthony did not dare to break; and the two walked up the whole length of the gallery without speaking.
“Well, well,” said Elizabeth at last, “but this was not why I sent for you. We will speak of yourself now, Mr. Norris. I hope you are not an obstinate fellow. Eh?”
Anthony said nothing, and the Queen went on.
“Now, as I have told you, I judge no man’s private opinions. You may believe what you will. Remember that. You may believe what you will; nay, you may practise your religion so long as it is private and unknown to me.”
Anthony began to wonder what was coming; but he still said nothing as the Queen paused. She stood a moment looking down into the empty Tilt-yard again, and then turned and sat suddenly in a chair that stood beside the window, and put up a jewelled hand to shield her face, with her elbow on the arm, while Anthony stood before her.