"I do not know my cousin well enough to advise anything.

I am one with you so far as concerns the Court: I cannot think that any Catholic father should send his daughter into such a den of lions--and worse.

And I am one with you as concerns marrying her to a Protestant.

Yet I can say no more at present." And at that my Cousin Tom looked at me in such a manner as near to ruin his own scheme; for his eyes said, if his mouth did not, that now we understood one another; and were upon the same side, or at least not opposed; and to think that I was leagued with him against her made my heart hot with anger.
"Very well," he said; "we will say no more at present." And he bade me observe an old ram that was regarding us, with a face not unlike Cousin Tom's own: but I suppose that he did not know this.
* * * * * In this manner, then, began our life at Hare Street; for I was there six weeks before I went back again to London in the way I shall relate presently.

The days were passed for the most time, from rising until dinner, upon the farm, or in hunting; for we rode out now and again with the neighbours after a stag who had come from the woods.