But no--no--no--dolt that I was!--I have it--I have it!--the willow by the brook near yonder convent--I saw you look towards it as you passed it, about half a mile from yon hive of drones--that could not indeed speak, but it might hide one who could hear! I will hold my councils in an open plain henceforth, not a bunch of thistles shall be near me for a Scot to shroud amongst .-- Ha! ha! the Scot hath beat the Zingaro at his own subtle weapons.

But know, Quentin Durward, that you have foiled me to the marring of thine own fortune .-- Yes! the fortune I have told thee of, from the lines on thy hand, had been richly accomplished but for thine own obstinacy." "By Saint.

Andrew," said Quentin, "thy impudence makes me laugh in spite of myself .-- How, or in what, should thy successful villainy have been of service to me?
I heard, indeed, that you did stipulate to save my life, which condition your worthy allies would speedily have forgotten, had we once come to blows--but in what thy betrayal of these ladies could have served me, but by exposing me to death or captivity, is a matter beyond human brains to conjecture." "No matter thinking of it, then," said Hayraddin, "for I mean still to surprise you with my gratitude.

Had you kept back my hire, I should have held that we were quit, and had left you to your own foolish guidance.
As it is, I remain your debtor for yonder matter on the banks of the Cher." "Methinks I have already taken out the payment in cursing and abusing thee," said Quentin.
"Hard words, or kind ones," said the Zingaro, "are but wind, which make no weight in the balance.

Had you struck me, indeed, instead of threatening--" "I am likely enough to take out payment in that way, if you provoke me longer." "I would not advise it," said the Zingaro, "such payment, made by a rash hand, might exceed the debt, and unhappily leave a balance on your side, which I am not one to forget or forgive.