"Not yet," I answered with a somewhat uneasy smile.
"How will she take it?"
"She has no other help," said I.
"Oh, Simon, what a smooth tongue is yours!" She paused, seeming, to fall into a reverie. Then she looked at me wickedly.
"You and your lady are ready to face the perils of the road?"
"Her peril is greater here, and mine as great."
"The King's pursuit, Monmouth's rage, soldiers, officers, footpads?"
"A fig for them all!"
"Another peril?"
"For her or for me?"