der old Spaniard. Hey! what now? Did they fall on him! Fie! Shame
on them!--a harmless old man like that."

"Yea, good aunt, and what is more, they have slain him, I fear me,
outright."

Amidst many a "good lack" and exclamation of pity and indignation from
Perronel, Ambrose told his tale of that strange night, and entreated her
to come with him to do what was possible for Abenali and his daughter.
She hesitated a little; her kind heart was touched, but she hardly liked
to leave her house, in case her husband should come in, as he generally
contrived to do in the early morning, now that the Cardinal's household
was lodged so near her. Sheltered as she was by the buildings of the
Temple, she had heard little or nothing of the noise of the riot, though
she had been alarmed at her nephew's absence, and an officious neighbour
had run in to tell her first that the prentice lads were up and sacking
the houses of the strangers, and next that the Tower was firing on them,
and the Lord Mayor's guard and the gentlemen of the Inns of Court were
up in arms to put them down. She said several times, "Poor soul!" and,
"Yea, it were a shame to leave her to the old Dutchkin," but with true
Flemish deliberation she continued her household arrangements, and
insisted that the bowl of broth, which she set on the table, should be
partaken of by herself and Ambrose before she would stir a step. "Not
eat! Now out on thee, lad! what good dost thou think thou or I can do
if we come in faint and famished, where there's neither bite nor sup to
be had? As for me, not a foot will I budge, till I have seen thee empty
that bowl. So to it, my lad! Thou hast been afoot all night, and
lookst so grimed and ill-favoured a varlet that no man would think thou
camest from an honest wife's house. Wash thee at the pail! Get thee
into thy chamber and put on clean garments, or I'll not walk the street
with thee! 'Tis not safe--thou wilt be put in ward for one of the
rioters."

Everybody who entered that little house obeyed Mistress Randall, and
Ambrose submitted, knowing it vain to resist, and remembering the
pursuit he had recently escaped; yet the very refreshment of food and
cleanliness revealed to him how stiff and weary were his limbs, though
he was in no mood for rest. His uncle appeared at the door just as he
had hoped Perronel was ready.

"Ah! there's one of you whole and safe!" he exclaimed. "Where is the
other?"

"Stephen?" exclaim