But here we are at his worship's.

You shall hear the story another time, and I warrant you will crack your sides over it." Sir William, being an old man and gouty to boot, saw his prisoners in his own room, whither we were accordingly conducted.

I had no chance to get a word with my comrade, who, I noticed, kept his hand to his mouth, and pulled his cap over his eyes--I suppose, to conceal himself from those about the place who might know him.

As for me, I had no desire to hide myself from the only man there who knew me.
Sir William was a fine, red-faced, white-headed old gentleman, with something of the old soldier in his air, and (when he came to speak), a good deal of him in his words.

He sat in a great chair, with one foot swaddled on a stool before him; and the oaths with which he greeted each twinge as it came, boded ill for us his prisoners.
He kept us waiting a long time at the dimly lit end of the hall, while he spoke to his guest.