His lordship was lodged in Portugal Row, within a stone's throw of his father's house, and there, on that same evening of his moving thither, he had Mr.Green to see him, desiring news.
Mr.Green had little to impart, but strong hope of much to be garnered presently.

His little eyes twinkling, his chubby face suffused in smiles, as though it were an excellent jest to be hunting knowledge that should hang a man, the spy assured Lord Rotherby that there was little doubt Mr.Caryll could be implicated as soon as he was about again.
"And that's the reason--after your lordship's own express wishes--why so far I have let Sir Richard Everard be.

It may come to trouble for me with my Lord Carteret should it be smoked that I have been silent on the matters within my knowledge.

But--" "Oh, a plague on that!" said his lordship.

"You'll be well paid for your services when you've rendered them.