But he will be sore mistaken if he think to
outwit our master by his cunning. Good friend, thy business?" said
Wrinstone, cap in hand, addressing the minister scornfully, and
thrusting his tongue into his cheek, to the great diversion of his
companions, who, with shouts of laughter, began to ape the buffoonery of
their leader.
"I would fain speak with the Justice," said the stranger, meekly.
"And suppose I were he," said Wrinstone, putting himself into an
attitude of great authority and importance, setting out his paunch, at
the same time, something like unto the knight himself. Another laugh, or
rather titter, went through the courtyard at this exploit; a suspicious
glance, however, was directed towards the casement above, some
apprehensions evidently existing lest Sir Roger should have been
eye-witness to the ceremony.
"Roger Wrinstone, thy mocking is ill-timed," said Marsh, with a severe
and steadfast gaze, which seemed to awe even this unblushing minion of
intolerance. "If thy master be not arisen, I will tarry awhile his
worship's leisure."
"Sir Roger is with his priest at confession," said one, with a shout of
derision.
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