"I am afraid--" he began.
"No--no," she said, ashamed of her doubt. "I do not wish to know; I can wait."
"I will tell you," said Ralph. He went and sat down in the chair opposite, crossing his legs.
"It is about the Visitation of the Religious Houses. I am to go with the Visitors in September."
Beatrice felt a sudden and rather distressed interest; but she showed no sign of it.
"Ah, yes!" she said softly, "and what will be your work?"
Ralph was rea.s.sured by her tone.
"We are to go to the southern province. I am with Dr. Layton"s party. We shall make enquiries of the state of Religion, how it is observed and so forth; and report to Master Cromwell."
Beatrice looked down in a slightly side-long way.
"I know what you are thinking," said Ralph, his tone a mixture of amus.e.m.e.nt and pride. She looked up silently.
"Yes I knew it was so," he went on, smiling straight at her. "You are wondering what in the world I know about Religious Houses. But I have a brother--"
A shadow went over her face; Ralph saw she did not like the allusion.
"Besides," he went on again, "they need intelligent men, not ecclesiastics, for this business."
"But Dr. Layton?" questioned Beatrice.
"Well, you might call him an ecclesiastic; but you would scarcely guess it from himself. And no man could call him a partisan on that side."
"He would do better in one of his rectories, I should think," said Beatrice.
"Well, that is not my business," observed Ralph.
"And what is your business?"
"Well, to ride round the country; examine the Religious, and make enquiries of the country folk."
Beatrice began to tap her foot very softly. Ralph glanced down at the bright buckle and smiled in spite of himself.
The girl went on.
"And by whose authority?"
"By his Grace"s authority."
"And Dr. Cranmer"s?"
"Well, yes; so far as he has any."
"I see," said Beatrice; and cast her eyes down again.
There was silence for a moment or two.
"You see too that I cannot withdraw," explained Ralph, a little distressed at her air. "It is part of my duty."
"Oh! I understand that," said Beatrice.
"And so long as I act justly, there is no harm done."
The girl was silent.
"You understand that?" he asked.
"I suppose I do," said Beatrice slowly.
Ralph made a slight impatient movement.
"No--wait," said the girl, "I do understand. If I cannot trust you, I had better never have known you. I do understand that I can trust you; though I cannot understand how you can do such work."
She raised her eyes slowly to his; and Ralph as he looked into them saw that she was perfectly sincere, and speaking without bitterness.
"Sweetheart," he said. "I could not have taken that from any but you; but I know that you are true, and mean no more nor less than your words.
You do trust me?"
"Why, yes," said the girl; and smiled at him as he took her in his arms.
When she had gone again Ralph had a difficult quarter of an hour.
He knew that she trusted him, but was it not simply because she did not know? He sat and pondered the talk he had had with Cromwell and the Archbishop. Neither had expressly said that what was wanted was adverse testimony against the Religious Houses; but that, Ralph knew very well, was what was asked of him. They had talked a great deal about the corruptions that the Visitors would no doubt find, and Cranmer had told a story or two, with an appearance of great distress, of scandalous cases that had come under his own notice. Cromwell too had pointed out that such corruptions did incalculable evil; and that an immoral monk did far more harm in a countryside than his holy brethren could do of good. Both had said a word too about the luxury and riches to be found in the houses of those who professed poverty, and of the injury done to Christ"s holy religion by such insincere pretences.
Ralph knew too, from previous meetings with the other Visitors, the kind of work for which such men would be likely to be selected.
There was Dr. Richard Layton first, whom Ralph was to join in Suss.e.x at the end of September, a priest who had two or three preferments and notoriously neglected them; Ralph had taken a serious dislike to him. He was a coa.r.s.e man who knew how to cringe effectively; and Ralph had listened to him talking to Cromwell, with some dismay. But he would be to a large extent independent of him, and only in his company at some of the larger houses that needed more than one Visitor. Thomas Legh, too, a young doctor of civil law, was scarcely more attractive. He was a man of an extraordinary arrogance, carrying his head high, and looking about him with insolently drooping eyes. Ralph had been at once amused and angry to see him go out into the street after his interview with Cromwell, where his horse and half-a-dozen footmen awaited him, and to watch him ride off with the airs of a vulgar prince. The Welshman Ap Rice too, and the red-faced bully, Dr. London, were hardly persons whom he desired as a.s.sociates, and the others were not much better; and Ralph found himself feeling a little thankful that none of these men had been in his house just now, when Cromwell and the Archbishop had called in the former"s carriage, and when Beatrice had met them there.
Ralph had a moment, ten minutes after Beatrice had left, when he was inclined to s.n.a.t.c.h up his hat and go after Cromwell to tell him to do his own dirty work; but his training had told, and he had laughed at the folly of the thought. Why, of course, the work had to be done! England was rotten with dreams and superst.i.tion. Ecclesiasticism had corrupted genuine human life, and national sanity could not be restored except by a violent process. Innocent persons would no doubt suffer--innocent according to conscience, but guilty against the commonwealth. Every great movement towards good was bound to be attended by individual catastrophes; but it was the part of a strong man to carry out principles and despise details.
The work had to be done; it was better then that there should be at least one respectable workman. Of course such a work needed coa.r.s.e men to carry it out; it was bound to be accompanied by some brutality; and his own presence there might do something to keep the brutality within limits.
And as for Beatrice--well, Beatrice did not yet understand. If she understood all as he did, she would sympathise, for she was strong too.
Besides--he had held her in his arms just now, and he knew that love was king.
But he sat for ten minutes more in silence, staring with unseeing eyes at the huddled roofs opposite and the clear sky over them; and the point of the quill in his fingers was split and cracked when Mr. Morris looked in to see if his master wanted anything.