At last he found her so nearly alone as to admit of his speaking to her in his low confidential voice.
"Have you managed that matter with my aunt?"
"What matter?" said Miss Dunstable; and her voice was not low, nor particularly confidential.
"About those three or four gentlemen whom you wish to invite here?"
"Oh! my attendant knights! no, indeed; you gave me such very slight hope of success; besides, you said something about my not wanting them."
"Yes I did; I really think they'd be quite unnecessary. If you should want any one to defend you—"
"At these coming elections, for instance."
"Then, or at any other time, there are plenty here who will be ready to stand up for you."
"Plenty! I don't want plenty: one good lance in the olden days was always worth more than a score of ordinary men-at-arms."
"But you talked about three or four."