“Stay without, then.”
“That will I not.”
“That we shall see.”
“We will, and speedily.” And with this, Gerard raised a voice of astounding volume and power, and routed so that the whole street rang:
“Ho! PHILIP, EARL OF HOLLAND!”
“Are you mad?” cried the porter.
“HERE IS ONE OF YOUR VARLETS DEFIES YOU.”
“Hush, hush!”
“AND WILL NOT LET YOUR GUESTS PASS IN.”
“Hush! murder! The Dukes there. I'm dead,” cried the janitor, quaking.