"Still, do you think that you could find me a messenger to the Lord Cromwell?
If so, this trifle----" "I'll try, Master Smith," he answered, stretching out his hand for the piece of money.

"But what is the message ?" "Oh, say that Pink Pearl would learn from his Lordship where he can lay hands upon L1000 without interest." "A strange message, to which I will hazard an answer--nowhere," said the herald, "yet I'll find some one to deliver it.

Step within this archway and wait out of the rain.

Fear not, I will be back presently." They did as he bid them, gladly enough, for it had begun to drizzle and Cicely was afraid lest her boy, with whom London did not agree too well, should take cold.

Here, then, they stood amusing themselves in watching the motley throng that came and went.