"Indeed! And why?"

"There's a rumour out that thou art down here to purchase powder for some new plot, and Master Cobbe is in a fine way about it."

"And you? What did you say to him?"

"Told him he was a fool."

"Hah!" said Father Brisdone.

"I was just in the humour," said Master Peasegood. "I am just in the humour now. Why I'd rather marry the poor girl myself than see her handed over to that court pie."

"And Master Cobbe--what says he?"

"That he'd sooner see her in her grave."

"Poor girl, poor, sweet girl!" said Father Brisdone. "It must not be, brother. We must fight on the other side."

"There'll be no need."

"Nay, but there will. Yon spark is cunning and crafty, and he will work upon the old man till he consents. If they have designs against me, I may at any time be removed or have to flee. If this be so, I leave you to on that poor girl's side to the very last."

"Have you seen her lately?"

"I was there four days since for a good and pleasant hour," said Father Brisdone, with a sigh. "Nay," he said, smiling, "look not so suspiciously; I said no word on religion to her. What need was there when her breast is so pure and free from guile?"

Master Peasegood stretched out his broad fat hand, and pressed that of his friend.

"Thank you, brother," he said, smiling. "It's strange how we have drifted together. I'll confess it; I've tried hard indirectly, and hoped to get thee over to our Church."

"Not harder than I have tried indirectly with thee," said Father Brisdone, smiling. "Ah, brother, why should we trouble ourselves about it when we are both journeying on the highway. You like to walk in boots, and I prefer sandals."

"Hah, yes," said Master Peasegood; "but then I do save my feet from the grit, and dust, and thorns of the way."

"Yes, but then I travel with shaven crown and cooler head than you in your thick flap hat."

"Yes, perhaps so. But there, there, why should we discourse about such matters?"

"True, brother, when we are both hopeful that, in spite of contending dogma, we may reach the heavenly gate in company; and it strikes me," he added with a smile, "that if we do the good saint may give us both a welcoming smile."

"Brother," said Master Peasegood, leaning across the table, "if he had not one for you, I'd, I'd--bless me that I would--I'd take him to task about the fact."

"Take him to task!"

"Ay! Remind him of a bit of weakness of his when a certain cock did crow."

Father Brisdone looked up with a half-amused, half-sorrowful expression.

Then, with a sigh:

"If the good saint had no welcome for my companion, and held the door open for me alone, I should feel that I had been mistaken all my life, join hands with my friend, and accompany him back."

There was another hearty shake of the hand at this, and then the two friends sat and smoked in silence for a time.

"Look here, brother," said Master Peasegood, suddenly; "we both love and like to direct sweet Mace, and leave another roaming about like a poor lost lamb. Now, why don't you take up Mistress Anne Beckley? She is young, and easily moulded."

"Nay," was the reply; "I'd rather you tried your hand. I shall not seek to make her a proselyte to our cause."

Master Peasegood sat gazing at his friend for a while, and then exclaimed--

"The news I gave you does not seem to have much effect."

"What news?"

"That thou art a papist emissary, and come to purchase powder for a new plot."

"Heaven grant that such a bloody and atrocious crime be not again upon the way. It makes me shudder to think that men could have such ideas, and say that they are in the cause of the Church."

Father Brisdone spoke excitedly, and his pale face flushed as he rose and paced the room. "Oh, brother, we live in bitter times when men can think a good and gracious God could smile down upon such crimes."

"Ah," said Master Peasegood, re-lighting his little pipe, "you are a bad Catholic, and I no longer wonder that thou art left here by thy party."

Father Brisdone looked back on him, and smiled.

"The captain has sailed," said Master Peasegood.

"Yes; he asked me to keep a protecting eye over our child."

"He did, did he? Then I have a counter turn with him. Why did he not ask me to play that part?"

"Because he knew thee of old, and that our child would be certain of thy protection."

"Ah!" said Master Peasegood, with a sigh; "that girl is a great strain upon my mind--bless her!"

"Ay, bless her!" said Father Brisdone, fervently. Then, after a pause, "I may have to flee one of these days, for persecutions are sometimes very bitter against such as I. If I do go suddenly, you will remember all my words."

"Remember them! Yes. But where should you go?"

"Throw myself upon the hands of Captain Carr, and trust to his generosity."

"Yes, if at home; but he has sailed."

"There are the woods and rocky hills."

"Yes," said Master Peasegood! "and plenty of blackberries, and hips and haws, and cold night-dews, and damp ferns. Bah, man, we can't live like hermits here in this Christian land. This is not a place where a man can be happy in a hair-shirt and a scooped-out hole in the rock, with a handful of dates and a cup of water. My word, it would puzzle some of those early fathers to exist on such terms down here. But there, have no fear, there is not a man for miles round who would not give either of us a hiding-place and a regular meal if we were in need."

"Brother Peasegood, you are a true friend," said Father Brisdone; "and I shall resign myself to thy advice, for I am weak, and I own that I shrink from the thought of martyrdom; for life is, after all, so very sweet."

"Of course it is, or it wouldn't be given to us. Bah! When you meet with a man who talks much about the weariness and wretchedness of the world, depend upon it there is something wrong."