CHAPTER TWENTY.
HOW THERE CAME VISITORS TO MASTER WALGRAVE'S HOUSE.
So occupied was I with my new joy, that for a day or two what I had heard from drunken Tom Price in Moorfields slipped me.

Or, if I thought of it, it seemed all was well.

For I gathered from his wild talk that the maiden--left no doubt by her harsh step-dame to fight her own battles--had fled from the Captain's persecutions with the help of Tom, to Canterbury, where (as I knew), was the convent school in which she had been brought up.

Here she was safe from his clutches, even if he knew where she was, which Tom took care he should not.

And, to make all surer, there was that English soldier--Ludar's prisoner, whom he had charged to protect her--hovering near, true to his trust and ready to defend her from all and every foe that should assail her.
Therefore, I felt easy in my mind to leave her thus secure, and set myself to win my mistress' and master's good-will for my match with the sweet Jeannette.
'Twas no easy task.