You forget, I have become bond for you, and must therefore accompany you to where you live, that I may certify the place.

Also, perhaps, it is safest, for these countrymen of mine are revengeful, and, were I not with you, might waylay you." Now, seeing from his face that Peter was still bent upon declining this escort, Margaret interposed quickly.
"Yes, that is wisest, also my father would wish it.

Senor, I will show you the way," and, accompanied by d'Aguilar, who gallantly offered her his arm, she stepped forward briskly, leaving Peter to follow with her cousin Betty.
Thus they walked in the twilight across the fields and through the narrow streets beyond that lay between Westminster and Holborn.

In front tripped Margaret beside her stately cavalier, with whom she was soon talking fast enough in Spanish, a tongue which, for reasons that shall be explained, she knew well, while behind, the Scotchman's sword still in his hand, and the handsome Betty on his arm, came Peter Brome in the worst of humours.
John Castell lived in a large, rambling, many-gabled, house, just off the main thoroughfare of Holborn, that had at the back of it a garden surrounded by a high wall.

Of this ancient place the front part served as a shop, a store for merchandise, and an office, for Castell was a very wealthy trader--how wealthy none quite knew--who exported woollen and other goods to Spain under the royal licence, bringing thence in his own ships fine, raw Spanish wool to be manufactured in England, and with it velvet, silks, and wine from Granada; also beautiful inlaid armour of Toledo steel.