Tutbury."

"Who? Not our Cis?" asked Diccon.

"Nay," said Antony, "it hurt not her vigorous youth--but I meant the
long-suffering princess."

"Hath Sir Ralf Sadler still the charge of her?" inquired Humfrey.

"No, indeed. He was too gentle a jailer for the Council. They have
given her Sir Amias Paulett, a mere Puritan and Leicestrian, who is
as hard as the nether millstone, and well-nigh as dull," said
Babington, with a little significant chuckle, which perhaps alarmed
one of his companions, a small slight man with a slight halt, clad in
black like a lawyer. "Mr. Babington," he said, "pardon me for
interrupting you, but we shall make Mr. Gage tarry supper for us."

"Nay, Mr. Langston," said Babington, who was in high spirits, "these
are kinsmen of your own, sons of Mr. Richard Talbot of Bridgefield,
to whom you have often told me you were akin."

Mr. Langston was thus compelled to come forward, shake hands with the
young travellers, welcome them home, and desire to be commended to
their worthy parents; and Babington, in the exuberance of his
welcome, named his other two companions--Mr. Tichborne, a fine,
handsome, graceful, and somewhat melancholy young man; Captain
Fortescue, a bearded moustached bravo, in the height of the fashion,
a long plume in his Spanish hat, and his short gray cloak glittering
with silver lace. Humfrey returned their salute, but was as glad as
they evidently were when they got Babington away with them, and left