s the best horse in the company." Garnet adds, "I had
sorde bickering with ministers by the way. Two very good scholars, and
courteous, Mr Abbott and Mr Barlow, met us at an inn; but two other
rude fellows met us on the way, whose discourtesy I rewarded with plain
words, and so adieu." The Jesuit Superior apparently rather enjoyed a
little brisk brushing of wits with well-educated gentlemanly clerics,
but felt some disgust of abuse which passed for argument with others.
On the evening of the 6th of February they reached London, where they
were lodged in the Gate-house, and Garnet was "very sick the first two
nights with ill lodging." It was not until the 13th that the first
examination took place before the Privy Council at Whitehall.

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Note 1. To which the reporter adds, "otherwise a Papist, which God for
His mercy ever forbid!"

Note 2. To flewer or fleer is to smile in that grinning manner which
shows all the teeth. Our forefathers considered it a mark of a
sneering, envious man.

Note 3. Domestic State Papers, James the First, volume eighteen,
article 20.

Note 4. This most untruthful gentleman asserted that "his true name was
Oldcorne;" but Garnet and Anne Vaux both call him Hall in writing to
each other.

Note 5. Domestic State Papers, James the First, volume 18, article 64.
Mrs Dorathie Abington was Mr Abington's maiden sister, who lived at
Hendlip Hall, and had a priest of her own, a Jesuit, named Butler or
Lyster. He does not appear in this narrative, and was very likely
absent.

Note 6. This was not meant profanely, but was simply equivalent to
saying, "God's will be done!"

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

ACCORDING TO THAT BEGINNING.

"Carry him forth and bury him. Death's peace
Rest on his memory! Mercy by his bier
Sits silent, or says only these few words--
Let him who is without sin 'mongst ye all
Cast the first stone."

Dinah Mulock.

A great crowd had assembled near Whitehall, and was lining Charing Cross
and the Tiltyard below, on the morning of that 13th of February, when
Sir Henry Bromley and his guard, with the prisoners in their midst,
marched down the street to the Palace. Among them were Temperance
Murthwaite and Rachel, and near them was Mrs Abbott. The crowd was
deeply interested in the prisoners, especially the two priests.

"There is a Provincial!" said a respectable-looking man who sto