He smiled at me.
"I remember everything except the young man," he said. "So you are he.
And what is your name, sir?"
I told him.
"I am Mr. Jermyn's cousin," I said. "And I have been looking after his lambs for him. I would there was some spiritual shepherd who would look after us. We have not heard mass since Christmas." (For we had ridden over to Standon on that day.)
He seemed altogether easier at that.
"Why, that can be remedied to-morrow," he said. "If you have an altar stone and linen and vestments. I have all else with me."
We had these, and I told him so.
"Then you mean to lie at Hare Street to-night, sir?" I said.
"I had hoped to do so," he said. "I am come from Lincolnshire; and I was recommended to Mr. Jermyn's if I could not get so far as Standon; and I cannot, for my horse is lame."
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