He had barely reached them--without shaking off a knot of the more curious, who still hung on his footsteps--when Lord Almeric, breathless and agitated, came up with him.
'You are for France, I suppose ?' his lordship panted.

And then, without waiting for an answer: 'What would you advise me to do ?' he babbled.
'Eh?
What do you think?
It will be the devil and all for me, you know.' Sir George looked askance at him, contempt in his eye.

'I cannot advise you,' he said.

'For my part, my lord, I remain here.' His lordship was quite taken aback.

'No, you don't ?' he said.