“How is it with him?”
“Passing well, for aught I know.”
“Thou didst him to wit of all this matter?”
“Said I not that I so would?”
“But didst thou?” she repeated, noting the evasion.
“I did so.”
In saying which, Edward told a deliberate falsehood.
“And when will he be at Cardiff?”
“When the wind bloweth him thither,” said the Duke drily.
“Now, Ned!”