"True men are not to be plucked from every tree, as I have found to mine own cost.

A man may prove but a treacherous reed, upon whom if one leans it goes into his hand.

Therefore, your Grace, have I made bold to tell you of two trusty servants, something wearied with the hollow life of this great city, who are willing and ready to travel farther afield, and to whom peril or danger adds but zest to any quest." Marlborough stood thoughtfully regarding the two men before him.
Lord Claud returned his gaze by one full and calm; Tom's eyes glowed and kindled by reason of the keenness of the surging thoughts within.
"You are he whom men call Lord Claud," said the Duke thoughtfully.
"You know that there are strange whispers afloat about you, my lord ?" "I know it well." "And you have never denied those whispers ?" Lord Claud smiled slightly.
"My sword has answered a few taunts.

For the rest, I heed them not overmuch.

If we began to take cognizance of the chatterings of this world of magpies, we might have a duel to fight every day of our lives." Marlborough smiled slightly at the nonchalance of the reply.
"That is all you have to say to me, Lord Claud ?" "That is all, your Grace." For a moment there was silence, whilst the Duke bent his eyes upon the ground; then he looked straight at Tom.
"And who are you, young sir ?" Tom glanced at Lord Claud, but seeing that he was to answer for himself, he did so frankly and candidly.