"But will return without Madame?"
"Who knows?" he asked with a smile that he could not smother.
"God and the King," said I. "What of M. de Perrencourt?"
"Your tongue's hung so loose, Simon, that one day it'll hang you tight."
"Enough, enough. What then of Phineas Tate?"
"He is on board ship on his way to the plantations. He'll find plenty to preach to there."
"What? Why, there's never a Papist sent now! He'll mope to death. What of the Duke of Monmouth?"
"He has found out Carford."
"He has? Then he has found out the Secretary also?"