"The money you must find, for there is none outside the coffers of Jacob Smith.

Yet pause, Lady Harflete, there is risk and here you are safe." "I know the risk," she answered, "but what do I care for risks who have taken so many, when my husband is yonder and I may serve him ?" "An excellent spirit, let us trust that it comes from on high," remarked Cromwell; but old Jacob, as he wrote _vera copia_ for his Lordship's signature at the foot of the transcript of Christopher's letter, shook his head sadly.
In another minute Cromwell had signed without troubling to compare the two, and with some gentle words of farewell was gone, having bigger matters waiting his attention.
Cicely never saw him again, indeed with the exception of Jacob Smith she never saw any of those folk again, including the King, who had been concerned in this crisis of her life.

Yet, notwithstanding his cunning and his extortion, she grieved for Cromwell when some four years later the Duke of Suffolk and the Earl of Southampton rudely tore the Garter and his other decorations off his person and he was haled from the Council to the Tower, and thence after abject supplications for mercy, to perish a criminal upon the block.

At least he had served her well, for he kept all his promises to the letter.

One of his last acts also was to send her back the pink pearl which he had received as a bribe from Jacob Smith, with a message to the effect that he was sure it would become her more than it had him, and that he hoped it would bring her a better fortune.
When Cromwell had gone Jacob turned to Cicely and inquired if she were leaving his house upon the morrow.
"Have I not said so ?" she asked, with impatience.