I read and turned to him in amazement.
"Well," he asked, "isn't it plain enough?"
"The lady I can guess," I answered, "but I pray your Grace to tell me who is the gentleman."
"What need is there for you to know? Do you think that more than one will seek you at the Merry Mariners Tavern and pray your acceptance of fifty guineas?"
"But I should like to know who this one is."
"You'll know when you see him."
"With respect to your Grace, this is not enough to tell me."
"You can't be told more, sir."
"Then I won't go."
He frowned and beat his gloves on his thigh impatiently.