"Waters of daffodils," from the other side.
"Grape juice and tarragon mixed, sweet waters of oranges, roses, jessamine," flung back from opposite.
And at last they heard about them the kind of talk that showed they had reached their destination.
"Nay, I have rubbed my fingers off me and the skin yet keeps pale. I tell ye 'tis rotten, and I'll none of it."
"Why, man, look you, pull on that wool, and you could not tear it, had you the strength of Hercules."
"If the hoar frost of the morning melt on the wool, be sure there is an unnatural heat somewhere."
"I tell you the veins under the eyes are white. Do you need further proof?"
"And I tell thee a ruby could not be redder."
Yet with all the talk going on about them of sheep and their distempers, men nevertheless found opportunity to greet one another with the secret signal which showed that they were members of the Great Society.