Up at the castle--or you might have written:--better than these questions on the public road.
I don't demur.

Let it be as you like.' 'I write empty letters to tell what I much want,' Carinthia said.
'You have only to write your plain request.' 'If, now I see you, I may speak another request, my lord.' 'Pray,' he said, with courteous patience, and stepped forward down to the street of the miners' cottages.

She could there speak out-bawl the request, if it suited her to do so.
On the point of speaking, she gazed round.
'Perfectly safe! no harm possible,' said he, fretful under the burden of this her maniacal maternal anxiety.
'The men are all right, they would not hurt a child.

What can rationally be suspected!' 'I know the men; they love their children,' she replied.

'I think my child would be precious to them.