"But I depend upon you not to tax our patience." "I shall not keep Mr.Trenchard a moment longer than is necessary," said Wilding, giving no hint of the second meaning in his words.
He stepped to the door, opened it himself, and signed to Trenchard to pass out.

The old player obeyed him readily, if in silence.

An usher closed the door after them, and in silence they walked together to the end of the passage.
"Where is your horse, Nick ?" quoth Wilding abruptly.
"What a plague do you mean, where is my horse ?" flashed Trenchard.

"What midsummer frenzy is this?
Damn you for a marplot, Anthony! What a pox are you thinking of to thrust yourself in here at such a time ?" "I had no knowledge you were in the affair," said Wilding.

"You should have told me." His manner was brisk to the point of dryness.