Thorpe. "It shall take us the rest of
this month to get over the burning of Mr Rogers."

"Marry, is that all you know!" said Mr Underhill, standing and looking
round. "You live a marvellous quiet life; thank God for it."

"What mean you?" cried Mrs Rose, springing to her feet.

"Sit down, Mrs Rose, sit down," said he, gently. "I am sorry I frighted
you--there was no need. But is it possible you know not, all, that Mr
Lawrence Saunders of All Hallows hath been burned at Coventry, and
Bishop Hooper at Gloucester?"

"Bishop Hooper!" cried all the voices together.

"Ay," replied he, "or so was to be, five days gone; and this day is
Bishop Ferrar departed toward Saint David's, where he also shall die."

They sat silent from very horror.

At last John said, "Methinks there shall be some stir among the angels
at such a time."

"Among the devils, I should think," answered Mr Underhill. "There be no
particular tidings yet; but when Austin cometh to London we shall hear
all. They say, moreover, Mr Bradford shall die ere long; and, for all
his turning, Mr Cardmaker."

"The fiends!" cried Dr Thorpe. "If they will rob a man of Heaven, they
might leave him earth!"

"Friend," said John, softly, "they can rob the most of us of earth, but
they _must_ leave us Heaven."

When the ladies retired, Isoult asked Mrs Rose why she was so pale and
heavy-eyed. The tears sprang to her eyes.

"O Isoult!" cried she, "since the burning of Mr Rogers I have scarcely
slept at all. And when I do sleep--" she shuddered, and turned away her
head.

"_Hermana mia_ [my sister], I see _him_--and the fire."

She did not mean Mr Rogers.

The party gathered on Ash Wednesday at Mr Underhill's house in Wood
Street, where Austin Bernher was come with news; and Mr Underhill
desiring to know all, had asked his friends from the Lamb to come and
hear also; yet he dared not ask more than those from one house, lest the
bloodhounds should get scent of it, and mischief should ensue.

So Austin told all the horrible story; for a horrible story it was. He
was not at Mr Saunders' burning, but he had seen some one who told him
particulars of it. To the Bishop of London, who degraded him, Saunders
said, "I thank God I am none of your Church." And when he came to the
stake, he embraced and kissed it, saying, "Welcome the cross of Christ!
Welcome everlasting life!" And so "being fastened to the stake, and
fire put to him, full sweetly he slept in