The Archbishop nodded quietly three or four times.
“And you desire that his Grace will take order to have Mr. Torridon released?”
“That is it, my Lord,” said the lawyer.
“Yes, I understand. And can you give any pledge for Mr. Torridon’s good behaviour?”
“He has served Mr. Cromwell,” answered the lawyer, “very well for many years. He has been with him in the matter of the Religious Houses; he was one of the King’s Visitors, and assisted in the—the destruction of Lewes priory; and that, my Lord, is a sufficient—”
Sir James gave a sudden sob.
“Mr. Herries, Mr. Herries—”
Cranmer turned to him smiling.
“I know what you feel, sir,” he said. “But if this is true—”
“Why, it is true! God help him,” cried the old man.