"But Sir Oliver lacks not for enemies nowadays, and 'tis scarce zafe for he to be abroad after dark." Master Lionel dismissed the notion contemptuously.

For pretence's sake he announced that he would wait no longer, whereupon Nicholas brought in his supper, and left him again to go and linger about the door, looking out into the night and listening for his master's return.

He paid a visit to the stables, and knew that Sir Oliver had gone forth afoot.
Meanwhile Master Lionel must make pretence of eating though actual eating must have choked him.

He smeared his platter, broke food, and avidly drank a bumper of claret.

Then he, too, feigned a growing anxiety and went to join Nicholas.