Instead of replying, Anthony called for ale.
"And wearing his mistress' gloves as well!" shouted Crymes.
"They are not my mistress' gloves," answered Anthony, hastily, and in a tone of great irritation. "If you would know, Fox, whose they are, then I tell you, they belong to your sister."
"How came you by them? And wherefore wear them?"
"I was on the lookout for you, Fox, to return them to you for her. I do not want them. She lost them overnight."
"And where did you find them? On the moor?"
"They were given to me by the finder. Will that satisfy you? I will answer no more questions."
Crymes saw that Anthony Cleverdon was in an irascible mood—such a mood as gave him special opportunities of vexing Anthony and amusing himself.
"And now about your posie of golden cups?" he asked tauntingly.
"I said I would answer no more questions."