Had Kenneth sat beside him he might have whispered a word of restraint in his eat, but the lad was on the other side of the board.
At one moment Crispin fancied that a look of intelligence passed from Joseph to Gregory, and when presently Gregory set himself to ply both him and the boy with wine, his suspicions became certainties, and he grew watchful and wary.
Anon Cynthia rose.

Upon the instant Galliard was also on his feet.

He escorted her to the foot of the staircase, and there: "Permit me, Mistress Cynthia," said he, "to take my leave of you.

In an hour or so I shall be riding away from Castle Marleigh." Her eyes sought the ground, and had he been observant of her he might have noticed that she paled slightly.
"Fare you well, sir," said she in a low voice.

"May happiness attend you." "Madam, I thank you.