Intercourse was often entirely closed by war.
These cigars, therefore, were worth their weight in silver, and such tobacco could be obtained only by those about the Court, as a matter of favour, too, rather than by purchase.

Lord John would, indeed, have stared aghast had he seen the rustic to whom he had given so valuable a present cast them into a ditch.

He rode towards the Maple Gate, excusing his haste volubly to Sir Constans, who was on foot, and walked beside him a little way, pressing him to take some refreshment.
His sons overtook the Baron as he walked towards home, and walked by his side in silence.

Sir Constans was full of his fruit.
"The wall cherry," said he, "will soon have a few ripe." Oliver swore a deep but soundless oath in his chest.

Sir Constans continued talking about his fruit and flowers, entirely oblivious of the silent anger of the pair beside him.