“Yet he drives light when love holds the reins.”
“True,” I assented. “We shall not fare so badly, I hope.”
“Then Mistress Lucille is prepared to face poverty with you?”
“She is,” I said, “and seems happy in the prospect.”
The Captain was laughing now. I looked at him to find the cause, but was at a loss.
“You know I have been to London?” he inquired, after his merriment had spent itself.
“Aye, so I heard.”
“And to Colchester also.”
“Nay; were you?” I asked, suddenly. That had been the home of the Danes for centuries.
“To Colchester?”