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"Then I reckon 'tis time that a priest came again."

"Maybe one 'ull come soon. But Mistress Tuktone will make a fine coil about his reconciling you. She's scared when folks come from without. When old goody Brown came last year from Piramannys Garden she was half out of her wits, making sure the goody was a spy and would sell us all like Judas."

"Mistress Tuktone knows I an't no spy, and if she don't, the Squire knows it, and he will speak for me."

"I'll speak for you too. I'll ride over to Fuggesbroke to-morrow and tell 'em you wish to be reconciled. They may know when a priest is to come again . . . But not a word of it here—not even to your good wife."

"No, I shan't tell a soul till 'tis all done. My young folk are hot against the Pope's religion, all the more since this affair with Spain. But you mun speak for me, Mistress Kate, and tell 'em I've always been a Catholic at heart, and 'ud sooner die according to my heart than according to Master Pecksall's new book. But I pray that priest don't tarry much longer or maybe I shan't be allowed to wait for him."