"Young Monmouth is enough his father's son to have his pockets always empty." On this excuse I settled my point of casuistry in an instant.
"Then I'll carry the lady away from the Castle," I cried.
He started, leant forward, and looked hard in my face.

"What do you mean, what do you know ?" he asked plainly enough, although silently.

But I had cried out with an appearance of zeal and innocence that baffled his curiosity, and my guileless expression gave his suspicions no food.
Perhaps, too, he had no wish to enquire.

There was little love between him and Monmouth, for he had been bitterly offended by the honours and precedence assigned to the Duke; only a momentary coincidence of interest bound them together in this scheme.

If the part that concerned Buckingham were accomplished, he would not break his heart on account of the lady not being ready for Monmouth at the hostelry of the Merry Mariners.
"I think, then, that we understand one another, Mr Dale ?" said he, rising.
"Well enough, your Grace," I answered with a bow, and I rapped on the door.