There's not much.

There's only a hundred pounds, but I give it to you with all my heart, and you can pay it back when the king's money comes to you, or when you marry a rich woman." He said it all with a smile on his face.

It was done so cleverly, with so much simulated sincerity, that Dyck, in his state of semi-drunkenness, could not, at the instant, place him in his true light.

Besides, there was something handsome and virile in Boyne's face--and untrue; but the untruth Dyck did not at the moment see.
Never in his life had Boyne performed such prodigies of dissimulation.
He was suddenly like a schoolboy disclosing the deeds of some adventurous knight.

He realized to the full the dangers he had run in disclosing the truth; for it was the truth that he had told.
So serious was the situation, to his mind, that one thing seemed inevitable.