Hide-and-seek about the stack-yard ricks at the Mains is over in the gloamings.

Sir Sholto cares no more for us.

He has put away childish things.

He will not even blow out a lamp for us with his own honourable lips.

No, he will call his squire to do it!" Sholto looked the indignation he would not trust himself to speak.
"He will dine with the Earl in hall, and quaff and stamp and shout with the best when they drink the toasts.