Only he lay at the far edge, and, instead of saying his prayers, cursed me between his teeth.
It was in my heart to pity Peter Stoupe that night.

For it was plain I had come in an evil hour for him.

Master Walgrave had been hoodwinked by his smooth manners and lying tongue, and was fain to believe he owed him more for the duty he had done while his master was in gaol than in truth he did.

Nor durst my mistress thwart him over much for the same cause.

As for Jeannette--if she humoured him and endured his civilities, 'twas because she was ever kind.