"Bonne fortune, lordships," were his parting words.

"'Twill be a great night for our Lord Christ and our Lord King." "And his lord the Devil," said Champernoun.

"What madness has taken your good France?
These are Spanish manners, and they sicken me.

Cockades and signals and such-like flummery!" The other's face had grown sober.

"For certain hell is afoot to-night.
It is the Admiral they seek.