"What, think you, could you and your father do alone in England?
And with me it were worse than alone.

These be dark times, when strangers have spies at their heels, and all travellers are suspect." "We will trust in God," she answered.
"Have you money ?" he questioned--"for London, not for me," he added hastily.
"Enough," she replied.
"The trust with the money is a weighty matter," he added; "but they suffice not.

You must have 'fending." "There is no one," she answered sadly, "no one save--" "Save the Seigneur of Rozel!" Buonespoir finished the sentence.

"Good.
You to your father, and I to the Seigneur.

If you can fetch your father by your pot-of-honey tongue, I'll fetch the great Lempriere with muscadella.