"Body o' me! Where are your wits?
Left them where they stood! And at any moment you might have been taken unawares as a consequence of this accusation being lodged against you by Richard or by Blake.

Then the Cause would have been betrayed, indeed." "Not more so than it is now.
"Not less, at least," snapped the player.

"You give me credit for no more wit than yourself.

Do you think that I am the man to do things by halves?
I have betrayed the plot to Albemarle; but do you imagine I have made no provision for what must follow ?" "Provision ?" echoed Wilding, staring.
"Aye, provision.

God lack! What do you suppose Albemarle will do ?" "Dispatch a messenger to Whitehall with the letter within an hour." "You perceive it, do you?
And where the plague do you think Nick Trenchard'll be what time that messenger rides ?" Mr.Wilding understood.