“He is a recusant and not to be trusted,” Will stated firmly. “He makes a show of following the Church of England, but he is a Catholic.”
Will was right, of course, but still, I didn’t want the man executed. I didn’t want any of them executed. I glanced at the open door. “It’s full dark out. I’d better go.” I rose before asking, “Did you watch the play?”
Will remained seated. “I saw the first act, but I had other things to do.”
He had come, that’s all I cared about. “What did you think?”
“You make a pretty girl,” said he. “Go now. I’ll see you later at Rabbit Lane.”
“Do you like your gift?” I asked quietly.
“My pewter spoon has served me many years, but you’re right. Silver does not mar the taste of the food,” was all he said.
I hurried out into the night, running all the way to the
