“Sir William, you will do your commission; but I pray you remember that here be five of the King your master’s cousins, and we claim to be used as such.”
The old Judge’s eyes twinkled as he surveyed the royal lady.
“So, Madam! Your Ladyship hath the right: my commission I shall do, and set the King my master’s cousins in safe keeping—with a chimney-board clapped to the louvre,” (chimney).
Constance fairly laughed.
“Come, Sir, I should scantly play the same trick on you twice.”
“No, Madam, I will have a care you no do.”
“And for what look we, Sir William? May we know?”
“Madam,” said Hankeford drily, “you may look for what you shall find, and you may know so much as you be told.”
“We may bid farewell, trow?”
“So it lie not over too much time.”