But his next words caught my attention.
"The man who lives here with you--what of him?
Is he not an enemy of God ?" "Mr Darrell is of the Romish faith," said I, smiling in spite of myself, for a kinder soul than Darrell I had never met.
Phineas came close to me, leaning over me with an admonishing forefinger and a mysterious air.
"What did he want with you ?" he asked.

"Yet cleave to him.

Be where he is, go where he goes." "If it comforts you, I am going where he goes," said I, yawning.

"For we are both going to Dover when the King goes." "It is God's finger and God's will!" cried Phineas, catching me by the shoulder.
"Enough!" I shouted, leaping up.

"Keep your hands off me, man, if you can't keep your tongue.