“I have business on the Slip,” I said when she was seated.
Her eyebrows lifted in curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.
I wondered to myself who was jealous now of plotting without her knowledge.
“I must learn my way about the city.”
“Nothing else?”
“And obtain some sort of disguise.”
“Anything else?”
“That is all I think of.”
“Ah, very well. Be back in time to dine with me. I do not like to sit alone when there is news in the air.”
We set out on our several ways. I had not felt in such good spirits for many a day. The likelihood of danger, the opportunity to do something, above all, a good horse between my legs, put me in countenance again and joyed me in spite of fate.