"What is it ?" "The house in London," she murmured.
"You are not afraid ?" "Oh!" she said with a careless shrug of the shoulders.
"The Protector's spies are keen," he urged, eager to test her courage, her desire to help him.
"They'll scarce remember me after two years." "Hm! Their memory is keen ...

and the new laws doubly severe." "We'll be cautious." "How can you let your usual clients know?
They are dispersed." "Oh, no! My Lord Walterton is as keen as ever and Sir James Overbury would brave the devil for a night at hazard.

A message to them and we'll have a crowd every night." "'Tis well thought on, Editha," he said approvingly.

"But we must not delay.

Will you go to London to-morrow ?" "An you approve." "Aye! you can take the Dover coach and be in town by nightfall.