Wogan buttoned his waistcoat.
'I will bring you the exact minute.'
'No you won't. You will cross the court to the chapel, by the chapel you will find a path, and the path will lead you out through an arch into another road, bordered with chestnut trees.'
'And when I am in the road?' Wogan tied his cravat.
'You will find my groom with a horse. The horse will be saddled. There will be pistols in the holsters, and then your patron saint or the devil must help you to get out of the country.'
'I have a friend or two on the coast of Sussex who will do as well,' said Wogan, and he drew the coat over his shoulders, 'and I am very grateful to you. But sure, Colonel, what if a constable pulls me off the carriage by the leg before we are out of London? You will be dipped yourself.'
'There's no fear of that if you hold your tongue.'
Wogan took up his hat.
'And who is to be your companion?'
Montague hesitated.