"What you mean ?" "You shall know at a price," said Richard again.
Wilding, realizing the hopelessness of interfering now, stood gloomily apart, a great bitterness in his soul at the indiscretion he had committed in telling Richard of the night attack that was afoot.
"Your lordship shall hear my price, but you need not pay it me until you have had an opportunity of verifying the information I have to give you.
"Tell me," said Feversham after a brief pause, during which he scrutinized the young man's face.
"If your lordship will promise liberty and safe-conduct to my sister and myself." "Tell me," Feversham repeated.
"When you have promised to grant me what I ask in return for my information." "Yes, if I t'ink your information is wort'" "I am content," said Richard.

He inclined his head and loosed the quarrel of his news.

"Your camp is slumbering, your officers are all abed with the exception of the outpost on the road to Bridgwater.

What should you say if I told you that Monmouth and all his army are marching upon you at this very moment, will probably fall upon you before another hour is past ?" Wilding uttered a groan, and his hands fell to his sides.

Had Feversham observed this he might have been less ready with his sneering answer.
"A lie!" he answered, and laughed.