"But here," he said, "if you are desirous to gratify your master, is the rarest chance that hath occurred for this many a day.

Tony Foster is coming down hither, and it is but letting Mike Lambourne smell another wine-flask, and the Queen's command would not move him from the ale-bench.

So they are fast for an hour or so.

Now, if you will don your pack, which will be your best excuse, you may, perchance, win the ear of the old servant, being assured of the master's absence, to let you try to get some custom of the lady; and then you may learn more of her condition than I or any other can tell you." "True--very true," answered Wayland, for he it was; "an excellent device, but methinks something dangerous--for, say Foster should return ?" "Very possible indeed," replied the host.
"Or say," continued Wayland, "the lady should render me cold thanks for my exertions ?" "As is not unlikely," replied Giles Gosling.

"I marvel Master Tressilian will take such heed of her that cares not for him." "In either case I were foully sped," said Wayland, "and therefore I do not, on the whole, much relish your device." "Nay, but take me with you, good master serving-man," replied mine host.
"This is your master's business, and not mine, you best know the risk to be encountered, or how far you are willing to brave it.