So Isoult Avery wrote: but she did not hear until afterwards that Lady Frances had not passed through the Marian persecution without suffering. Her blood royal had not saved her. Only one child of her first marriage was left; and on the 10th of March 1554, men--not God--took that dearly-prized darling from her. The custody of the person and marriage of Arthur Basset was granted to James Basset, his Popish uncle [Rot. Parl., 1 Mary, part 7]. This is sufficient to indicate that the Roman proclivities of Mr Monke and Lady Frances were at least doubtful. The double death--of the Queen and James Basset--freed Arthur; and by dint of hard riding night and day--he scarcely knew why--he reached Devon just in time to kneel and receive the last blessing of that beloved mother. She died two hours after her hand had rested on his head. If the Queen's object had been to make Arthur Basset a Papist, she scarcely succeeded in her aim. This was the last sad entry in that volume of Isoult's diary. God did help the Gospellers when the morning appeared; and the morning was dawning now. There is a ringing of church-bells through all that was written in England, throughout that happy year, 1559. New Year's Day was the gladdest Sunday since the persecution began. For at Bow Church Mr Carter ministered openly; and throughout London the Gospel and Epistle were read in English. After the evening service was over, the Averys received a visit from Annis and her husband; and before they had sat and talked for ten minutes, who should follow them but Mr Underhill, of whose return to London they had heard, but had not yet seen him. "Is it not glorious?" were the first words he spoke. "We shall have the English service next Sunday, and the service-book restored ere February." "What a leaper art thou," said John, laughing. "None that know thee need ask wherefore men call thee the _Hot Gospeller_!" "But can there be any other?" answered he. "Why," said John, "wert thou King of England, by the name of Edward the Seventh, I reckon we had had all ere November were fairly run out. But the Queen is a little more prudent and wary than thou, and remember thou (as I bade Ferris, but he did little) that she is _not_ a Gospeller." "A truce to thy wariness and prudence!" cried Mr Underhill. "That shall be, assuredly, where thou art," answered John. "I have no patience," said he, "with such faintheartedness (for I can call it by no better name). Who ever saw a Lutheran burn a Gospeller?" "Ned Underhill," said John, sadly, "hast thou forgot so soon that we have seen a Gospeller beheaded by Lutherans?" "Whom point you at there?" "The Duke of Somerset." "Come! go not back to the time afore the Flood," exclaimed he. "Let bygones be bygones." "I have no objection," said John, "if bygones will be bygones." "Jack Avery, hold thy peace, or we shall quarrel! I will not have cold water flung over my fair bonfire of rejoicing!"