Part 35 (2/2)
”Very well. I will name one an' you press me so to do.”
”So do.”
”Sir Henry de Beaufort, Chancellor of England.”
A peal of laughter rang through the House.
”What mean you, Madam?” sternly demanded the affronted Chancellor.
”Marry, my Lord, you pressed me to name a man--and I have named a man.”
The merriment of the august a.s.sembly was not decreased by the fact that the Chancellor was rather unpopular.
”Are you of ability, Madam, to declare unto us right-wisely that neither of my Lords your brothers did aid you in this matter?”
”I have pa.s.sed no word, Sir, touching either of my brothers.”
”The which I do now desire of you, Dame.”
”Do you so, my Lord? I fear your Lords.h.i.+p may weary of waiting.”
”I will wait no longer!” cried Beaufort, angrily and impatiently. ”I--”
”Say you so, Sir?” responded the Princess in her coolest manner. ”Then I bid your Lords.h.i.+p a merry morrow.--I am ready, Master Gaoler.”
”I said not we were ready, Madam!” exclaimed Beaufort.
”No did, Sir? Then I cry your Lords.h.i.+p mercy that I misconceived you.”
”Dame, I demand of you whether your brothers gave unto you no aid in this matter?”
Constance was in a sore strait. She did not much care to what conclusion the House came as concerned Edward: he was the prime mover in the affair, and richly deserved any thing he might get, irrespective of this proceeding altogether. But that any harm should come to Richard was a thought not to be borne. She was at her wits' end what to answer, and was on the point of denying that either had a.s.sisted her, when the Chancellor's next remark gave her a clue.
”If ne my Lord of York ne my Lord of Cambridge did aid you, how cometh it to pa.s.s that three servants of the Duke's Grace were with you in your journey?”
”Ask at their master, not me,” said Constance coolly.
”'Tis plain, Madam, that his Grace of York did give you aid, methinks.”
”You be full welcome, Sir Keeper, to draw your own conclusions.”
”Lo' you, my Lords, the prisoner denieth it not!--And my Lord of Cambridge--what part took he. Lady?”
”Never a whit, Sir,” answered Constance audaciously.
”May I crede you, mewondereth?”
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