'I believe it true,' he cried; 'I had a half recollection of it--I have had some such thought, but never could put it in words.

You have thought deeply.' 'That is only a surface thought, or common reflection,' said Woodseer.
Sir Meeson stared at them in turn.

Judging by their talk and the effect produced on the earl, he took Woodseer for a sort of conjuror.
It was his duty to utter a warning.
He drew Fleetwood aside.

A word was whispered, and they broke asunder with a snap.

Francis was called.