"She must choose for herself." "In that case, your Highness, my choice is soon made," replied Gillian, taking her lover's hand.
"And honest Dickon need not be under any alarm at such part of the marriage as has already taken place," observed De Gondomar.

"It has been a mock ceremonial throughout.

This is no priest, but one of my Lord of Buckingham's grooms employed for the occasion." "Then I have been a dupe all this time!" cried Sir Francis furiously.
"O, purblind dolt that I am!" But he met with no commiseration from the assemblage, who only laughed at his rage and absurd grimaces.
"Kneel and thank his Highness for his goodness," said De Gondomar to the young couple; "and then, if he will give you leave to do so, depart at once.

Stay not a moment longer than you can help it in this house, or in the neighbourhood." "Most assuredly I will not, your Excellency," returned Dick.

"It is much too near the Fleet to be agreeable to me.