"Does it? Well then, Hilda could bring me back. She could sleep at Mansfield, and bring me back here in the evening, and fetch me again in the morning. It's quite easy."
"And the people who see you?"
"I'll wear goggles and a veil."
He pondered for some time.
"Well," he said. "You please yourself, as usual."
"But wouldn't it please you?"
"Oh, yes! It'd please me all right," he said a little grimly. "I might as well smite while the iron's hot."
"Do you know what I thought?" she said suddenly. "It suddenly came to me. You are the 'Knight of the Burning Pestle'!"
"Ay! And you? Are you the Lady of the Red-Hot Mortar?"
"Yes!" she said. "Yes! You're Sir Pestle and I'm Lady Mortar."