‘When do you expect her to return, Madge?’
‘Before nightfall, my lord.’
‘She walks?’
‘Oh yes, my lady is fond of walking.’
‘I suppose she could defend herself?’
‘My lady walks with a good stick.’
Fleetwood weighed the chances; beheld her figure attacked, Amazonian.
‘And tell me, my dear—Kit?’
I don’t see more of Kit Ines.’
‘What has the fellow done?’