treason-felony; yet it was furthering the dear cause of the saints. It was on the day on which her uncle Norfolk had sent for her that the King had his interview with the heretical Dr Barnes--nicknamed Antoninus Anglicanus. The Lady Mary and Katharine Howard and her maid, Margot, were set in a tiny closet in which there was, in a hole in the wall, a niche for the King's confessor. The King's own chamber was empty when they passed through, and they left the door between ajar. There came a burst of voices, and swiftly the Bishop of Winchester himself entered their closet. He lifted his black eyebrows at sight of them, and rubbed his thin hands with satisfaction. 'Now we shall hear one of Crummock's henchmen swinged,' he whispered. He raised a finger for them to lend ear and gazed through the crack of the door. They heard a harsh voice, like a dog's bay, utter clearly: 'Now goodly goodman Doctor, thou hast spoken certain words at Paul's Cross. They touched on Justification; thou shalt justify them to me now.' There came a sound of a man who cleared his throat--and then again the heavy voice: 'Why, be not cast down; we spoke as doctor to doctor. Without a doubt thou art learned. Show then thy learning. Wast brave at Paul's Cross. Justify now!' Gardiner, turning from gazing through the door-crack, grinned at the three women. 'He rated _me_ at Paul's Cross!' he said. 'He thumped me as I had been a thrashing floor.' They missed the Doctor's voice--but the King's came again. 'Why, this is a folly. I am Supreme Head, but I bid thee to speak.' There was a long pause till they caught the words. 'Your Highness, I do surrender my learning to your Highness'.' Then, indeed, there was a great roar: 'Unworthy knave; surrender thyself to none but God. He is above me as above thee. To none but God.' There was another long silence, and then the King's voice again: 'Why, get thee gone. Shalt to gaol for a craven....' And then came a hissing sound of vexation, a dull thud, and other noises. The King's bonnet lay on the floor, and the King himself alone was padding down the room when they opened their door. His face was red with rage. 'Why, what a clever fiend is this Cromwell!' the Lady Mary said; but the Bishop of Winchester was laughing. He pushed Margot Poins from the closet, but caught Katharine Howard tightly by the arm. 'Thou shalt write what thy uncle asked of thee!' he commanded in a low voice, 'an thou do it not, thy cousin shall to gaol! I have a letter thou didst write me.' A black despair settled for a moment upon Katharine, but the King was standing before her. He had walked with inaudible swiftness up from the other end of the room. 'Didst not hear me argue!' he said, with the vexation of a great child. 'That poxy knave out-marched me!' 'Why,' the Lady Mary sniggered at him, 'thy brewer's son is too many for your Highness.' Henry snarled round at her; but she folded her hands before her and uttered: