I shall attend to you presently." "The moon is up," he said.

"The grass is dry and excellent.

There is no dew.

Beyond the fish-pond, an arrow's flight to the left, is an open space, quiet and private." "Presently you shall have your desire," I muttered impatiently.
But still he persisted in waiting at my shoulder.
"Presently," I said.

"Presently I shall attend to you." Then spoke Philippa, in all the daring spirit and the iron of her.
"Satisfy the gentleman's desire, Sainte-Maure.