I was in the act of following him into the room, when Reuben plucked at my sleeve to detain me.
'Nay, I won't come in with you, Micah,' said he; 'there's mischief likely to come of all this.

My father may grumble over his beer jugs, but he's a Churchman and a Tantivy for all that.

I'd best keep out of it.' 'You are right,' I answered.

'There is no need for you to meddle in the business.

Be mum as to all that you have heard.' 'Mum as a mouse,' said he, and pressing my hand turned away into the darkness.