"You will pardon me for coming thus, when I say I have just been robbed of my horse.

'Twas at your very door, and methinks you must know the highwayman.

I have come to tell you of the news." "You don't mean--" "Yes, but I do! 'Twas no less than Mr.Law, of Scotland.

He hath taken my horse and gone off like a whirlwind, leaving me afoot and friendless, save for your good self.

I am begging a taste of tea and a little biscuit, for I vow I am half famished." The Lady Catharine Knollys, in sheer reaction from the strain, broke out into a peal of laughter.
"Sure, he has strange ways about him, this same Mr.Law," said she.
"That young man would have come here direct, and would have made himself quite at home, methinks, had he had but the first encouragement." "Gad! Lady Catharine, but he has a conceit of himself.