What?
I'm to go firing away in the dark in the cold po'chaise, and not so much as a game of ecarte possible, unless I stop and play with the postillion, the postillion; and the whole country swarming with thieves and rascals and highwaymen.' 'I beg your lordship's pardon,' put in the landlord, who now appeared in the doorway to announce the chaise, 'but this part of the North Road is known for safety.

There has not been a robbery, to call a robbery, this five years' time.

Further south, of course, it's nearer London, and another story,' he added.
'Well, then, if that's so,' concluded my lord, 'le' 's have t'other bowl and a pack of cards.' 'My lord, you forget,' said Archer, 'I might still gain; but it is hardly possible for me to lose.' 'Think I'm a sharper ?' inquired the peer.

'Gen'leman's parole's all I ask.' But Mr.Archer was proof against these blandishments, and said farewell gravely enough to Lord Windermoor, shaking his hand and at the same time bowing very low.

'You will never know,' says he, 'the service you have done me.' And with that, and before my lord had finally taken up his meaning, he had slipped about the table, touched Nance lightly but imperiously on the arm, and left the room.