Rafe Sadler Quotes in Wolf Hall
“Why do people marry?”
[…]
“Most people,” he says, “feel it increases their happiness.”
“Oh, yes, that,” Anne says. “May I choose my husband?”
“Of course,” he says; meaning, up to a point.
“Then I choose Rafe.”
For a minute, for two minutes together, he feels his life might mend. Then he thinks, how could I ask Rafe to wait? He needs to set up his own household. Even five years from now, Anne would be a very young bride.
“I know,” she says. “And time goes by so slowly.”
It’s true; one always seems to be waiting for something.
He stops to have a word with some of the benchers: how was this allowed to go forward? The Cardinal of York is a sick man, he may die, how will you and your students stand then before God? What sort of young men are you breeding here, who are so brave as to assail a great man who has fallen on evil times—whose favor, a few short weeks ago, they would have begged for?
The benchers follow him, apologizing; but their voices are lost in the roars of laughter that billow out from the hall. His young household are lingering, casting glances back. […]
Rafe touches his shoulder. Richard walks on his left, sticking close. “You don’t have to hold me up,” he says mildly. “I’m not like the cardinal.” He stops. He laughs. He says, “I suppose it was…”
“Yes, it was quite entertaining,” Richard says.
Rafe Sadler Quotes in Wolf Hall
“Why do people marry?”
[…]
“Most people,” he says, “feel it increases their happiness.”
“Oh, yes, that,” Anne says. “May I choose my husband?”
“Of course,” he says; meaning, up to a point.
“Then I choose Rafe.”
For a minute, for two minutes together, he feels his life might mend. Then he thinks, how could I ask Rafe to wait? He needs to set up his own household. Even five years from now, Anne would be a very young bride.
“I know,” she says. “And time goes by so slowly.”
It’s true; one always seems to be waiting for something.
He stops to have a word with some of the benchers: how was this allowed to go forward? The Cardinal of York is a sick man, he may die, how will you and your students stand then before God? What sort of young men are you breeding here, who are so brave as to assail a great man who has fallen on evil times—whose favor, a few short weeks ago, they would have begged for?
The benchers follow him, apologizing; but their voices are lost in the roars of laughter that billow out from the hall. His young household are lingering, casting glances back. […]
Rafe touches his shoulder. Richard walks on his left, sticking close. “You don’t have to hold me up,” he says mildly. “I’m not like the cardinal.” He stops. He laughs. He says, “I suppose it was…”
“Yes, it was quite entertaining,” Richard says.
