"She hath just now been moved again to Tixall."
"For what?"
"I do not know. What has that to do with the matter? She will be back soon again. I tell you all is arranged."
"Tell me the rest of the story," said the priest.
"There is not much more. So it stands at present. I tell you her Grace hath been tossed to and fro like a ball at play. She was at Chatsworth, as you know; she has been shut up in Chartley like a criminal; she was at Babington House even. God! if I had but known it in time!"
"In Babington House! Why, when was that?"
"Last year, early—with Sir Ralph Sadler, who was her gaoler then!" cried Anthony bitterly; "but for a night only…. I have sold the house."
"Sold it!"
"I do not keep prisons," snapped Anthony. "I will have none of it!"
"Well?"