Then, just as we came by the landing-stage, she laid her hand on his arm, as though in command.

He laughed again, shrugging his shoulders, then raised his hand and beckoned to me.

Now I, while watching, had been most diligent in seeming not to watch, and it needed a second and unmistakable signal from his Grace before I hastened up, hat in hand.
Madame was laughing, and, as I came, I heard her say, "Yes, but I will speak to him." The Duke, with another shrug, bade me come near, and in due form presented me.

She gave me her hand to kiss, saying with a smile that showed her white teeth, "Sir, I asked to be shown the most honest man in Dover, and my cousin Monmouth has brought you to me." I perceived that Monmouth, seeking how to entertain her, had not scrupled to press me into his service.

This I could not resent, and since I saw that she was not too dull to be answered in the spirit of her address, I made her a low bow and said: "His Grace, Madame, conceived you to mean in Dover Castle.