and consequently was not able to elucidate or elaborate on the Wife of Bath’s question. She sighed again, knowing it would be a long sleepless night, but to cheer herself up she had a sneeky peek at the Friar’s diary. She found he had predicted his night ahead.
Perhaps tomorrow she would tackle the Pardoner instead, as the Friar was so unreliable. She carried on sewing and wondered as to the distance or difference between a Pardoner and a Friar?
