It matters not, at present, upon what venture.

I am going to start tomorrow at daylight, in a craft of Maitre Bertram's, which will land me ten miles this side the mouth of the Gironde; by which, as you will see, I avoid having to cross the Charente, where the bridges are all in the hands of the Catholics.

I am going in disguise, and I propose taking you with me." "It is all one to me, sir.

Where you go, I am ready to follow you.
I have been at Bordeaux, but no farther south.
"I don't know whether you think that three would be too many.

Your men are all Gascons, and one or other of them might know the part of the country you wish to travel." "I had not thought of it," Philip said; "but the idea is a good one.