Isabel Walton felt tired of listening and sitting, and stood up and paced back and forth in front of Thomas's eyes. When the keeper of the book stopped talking about her tired mouth and made some lip-smacking sounds, she crooked the corners of her mouth and snorted softly. Turning his head and slamming the closed door of the room, he said, "Guard, come in." ”

A guard with a meaty face and a leather whip pushed the door in, saluted her, and said, "Miss, do you have any orders?" ”

"Go and get some water for this keeper. Uh, guards, do you have wine here? Isabel said to the guards.

The guard nodded, smiled and said, "Miss, we only have some ales and ciders here." ”

Isabel turned her gaze to Herbert Frederick, who was standing still with the hilt of the sword: "Herbert, did you bring any money?" ”

Herbert was about to open his mouth when he suddenly remembered that all his money had been given to Conrad, so he had to give Conrad a look to him, who was standing on the left. Conrad squeezed his right eye at him, and hurriedly said to Isabel, "Your Excellency, I have money here." ”

"Conrad, give him some money." After Isabel finished speaking, she turned to the guard and smiled and said, "This is my wine money, bring me some cider." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." The guard took the two shillings from Conrad and left the room with a smile on his face.

Soon, one of the guards walked into the room carrying a small bucket with a wooden spoon, and another came to the table in front of Herbert with a can of cider and three glasses. Herbert glanced at the guard and whispered, "You put it down." ”

With Isabel's permission, Thomas squatted on the ground, grabbed a wooden spoon, scooped the bucket of cold water, and drank it heavily. Isabel sat down to take a few sips with a glass of cider that Herbert had poured for her. When both the speaker and the listener felt that their dry mouth had been moistened, they all put down their tools and utensils.

Isabel squatted on the ground, stared at the clerk who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Thomas, what happened after you talked to the village tax collector about the rumors you heard?" ”

Thomas's eyes turned to the upper right corner, and he recalled, "The tax collector asked me if I had ever told anyone about these horrible things. I said, I only told my wife and two sons. ”

"And what about later? Who brought the magistrate's guard to arrest you? ”

"It's this friend of mine, the tax collector."

"Just because I talked to the village tax collector about some rumors, I arrested this public book holder?" Isabel stood up and sat back in her chair in thought.

"Oliver's bastard said he caused a riot, and it didn't seem that serious. Well, I'll have to ask Thomas again. ”

"Assuming Thomas wasn't lying, it would prove that Oliver was blackmailing."

After making up her mind, Isabel looked at Thomas Clarke, who was sitting on the ground, in unusual silence and said, "Thomas, do you dare to swear to God about what you just told me?"

Thomas, who had already cleared his mind, began to understand that the young lady in front of him really wanted to help him. At the very least, the young lady of the jazz family was willing to come and visit him in a dirty, overcrowded, disease-ridden prison. Not only did he not let the guards whip him, but he also asked the guards to bring him some water to drink.

Thomas, who had regained some strength, quickly knelt on the ground, raised his right hand and said, "Miss Isabel, I am willing to swear to God. What I have just said is true, and I am absolutely not lying to God and Miss. ”

"Well, I'm sure your oath is true, but I need you to remember who else you heard about the rumors. Have anyone who heard the rumors from you ever broken the law? ”

"Mademoiselle, I have indeed only spoken to my wife and my son. But ......"

"But what?"

"I don't know if my wife and son have ever told anyone about these rumors."

"Okay, I see, I'll know more about what you said."

Seeing this, Thomas hurriedly said, "Miss, can I ask you to tell my son that he is not allowed to disturb your father, you and your family." ”

When Isabel put down her glass, she smiled lightly and looked at him: "Thomas, your son is a child who knows etiquette. Although sometimes too savage and impulsive, at least it still makes sense. ”

"Thank you very much, Miss Isabel. Oh, and thank you to your father, Sir Augustine, and your family. When you leave prison, I will pray to God for Sir and for you and your family. ”

When Isabel and Herbert left the interrogation room, Conrad took a few more shillings for the two guards outside the door. She instructed the man with the whip, "Guard, get some food for this keeper." Also, you are not allowed to whip him again. ”

As the three of them rode out of prison, Herbert and Conrad talked about the verbose nature of the bookkeeper. The two laughed loudly while chatting, and the laughter of the two also infected Isabel, who had been in a bad mood.

"Alright, Herbert, Conrad, let's go back." Isabel said to the two.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The two of them turned around and said loudly.

On the way back to the castle, Herbert asked Isabel about the bookkeeper farmer just now: "Your Excellency, do you know this bookkeeper named Thomas?" ”

Isabel was mentally planning what she was going to do tomorrow, looked at him and said, "No, I don't know this Thomas." It's just that Thomas's son came to me at the manor yesterday. ”

"My God, your Excellency, does this farmer's son really want to duel with you?"

"yes, that's right. If the boy hadn't done that, he probably wouldn't have been able to get Thomas out of prison. ”

"Your Excellency, I see in you the shadow of the Virgin Mary, how merciful and generous you are."

"Herbert, are you practicing how to talk to my sister? Be careful, maybe I'll tell Effie these things tonight. ”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I didn't mean that, how could I possibly say these things to your sister? ”

It's true? Do you mean that my sister may be a saint, but not the Virgin Mary? ”

"Your Excellency, Miss Euphemia does have what it takes to become a saint. I mean, if Miss Euphemia was free from the shackles of secular society all her life, and forever religious. ”

Isabel laughed and said, "Herbert, you said that Effie was free from secular society all her life. So, can I assume that you don't plan to have Effie as your wife anymore? ”

Conrad, who was beside Herbert, laughed and joked: "Herbert, if you are willing to give up your sister, I can give you all my property." ”