"I think, sirs, that here is no more to be done.

Are the streets safe, Mr.Wilding ?" "Not only safe, Your Majesty, but the twenty men of Slape's and your own life-guards are waiting to escort you.
"Then in God's name let us be going," said Monmouth, sheathing his sword and moving towards the door.

Not a second time did he offer to confer the honour of knighthood upon his saviour.
Mr.Wilding turned and went out to marshal his men.

The Duke and his officers followed more leisurely.

As they reached the door, a woman's cry broke the silence behind them.