The sailors I spoke to, all assured me that no schooner had put out of Dover for several hours: on the other hand, I ascertained that a stranger had arrived by coach this afternoon, and had, like myself, made some inquiries about crossing over to France.
"Then Chauvelin is still in Dover ?" "Undoubtedly.

Shall I go waylay him and run my sword through him?
That were indeed the quickest way out of the difficulty." "Nay! Sir Andrew, do not jest! Alas! I have often since last night caught myself wishing for that fiend's death.

But what you suggest is impossible! The laws of this country do not permit of murder! It is only in our beautiful France that wholesale slaughter is done lawfully, in the name of Liberty and of brotherly love." Sir Andrew had persuaded her to sit down to the table, to partake of some supper and to drink a little wine.

This enforced rest of at least twelve hours, until the next tide, was sure to be terribly difficult to bear in the state of intense excitement in which she was.

Obedient in these small matters like a child, Marguerite tried to eat and drink.
Sir Andrew, with that profound sympathy born in all those who are in love, made her almost happy by talking to her about her husband.