She's off down into Kent to-day by coach, Sarah tells me.

A great nobleman patronizes Christopher; a Lord Fleetwood, a lord of wealth.

And he must be thoughtful for these people: he sent Sarah word that Christopher should not touch drink.

You may remember a butcher Ines in the street next to us.

Christopher was a wild lad, always at "best man" with every boy he met: went to sea--ran away.