By the second of July, England knew that the King was dying. No longer could there be any question of the sorrowful truth. He was at Greenwich Palace, Archbishop Cranmer and Bishop Ridley in frequent waiting on him; and summons was sent to his sisters to come quickly. On the 3rd of July, which was Sunday, Dr Ridley preached at the Cross, where he dimly foreshadowed the disposition of the Crown that was coming. All who heard him were much astonished, for not a word had crept out before. It was plain from what he said that the King's sisters were to be passed over (to the no little surprise of all who knew his love for the Princess Elizabeth); but it was not plain who was to come instead; and the rumour ran that it would be the Lady Frances, Duchess of Suffolk, the niece of King Henry, and mother of the Lady Jane Grey. On the evening of the 6th of July, came a comforting rumour that the King was better, and a hope sprang up that he would yet recover. Those who knew the Duke of Northumberland might have guessed at treachery. In truth, the King died that day; but the Duke kept it secret, until he thought his plans secure for the Lady Jane's succession. On the morning of the 10th of July, came Dr Thorpe in great haste, from the barber's. "Isoult!" cried he, "tie thine hood and bring the childre!" "What is now to do?" said she to herself; but she tied on her hood, and brought down the children with her. "Where be Jack and Robin?" asked the old man. "They went forth to Westminster together, half an hour gone," said Isoult. "They must shift for themselves, then," said he. "Come away." "But whither, Doctor?" she wished to know. "Down to the river side by Saint Katherine's, with all the haste that may be," answered he. "Isoult, the King is dead, and the Lady Jane Dudley proclaimed Queen of England, and she cometh apace from Shene to the Tower. We may chance to see her land, if we lose no time." "The King dead!"