And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford." "Very well, Sir," replied Sheppard.
"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale.

"What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's ?" "Only a box, Sir," answered Sheppard, emptying the glass.
"It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively.
"But I can guess what it's for.

Sir Rowland is one of _us_," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford.

Old Lancashire families both.

Strict Catholics, and loyal to the backbone.