Margaret flushed, and then turned white. For a moment he wavered; she saw him waver.
“You will, Charles. Won’t you?”
“Olivia,” he answered. “I cannot. I’d like to. But he’s such a good Spanish scholar. He’s the only one of us who really knows Spanish. I’d grown to count on him. We all had.”
“But you could get Spanish talkers here, Charles. Couldn’t he, Captain Cammock?”
“No, ma’am. You couldn’t get gentlemen, Mrs. Stukeley. And you see the Dons is particular.”
“Yet you sailed from London without a Spanish talker.”
“Yes,” said Perrin. “But our plans were different then.”
“How were they different then? I’m going to cross-examine you all.”
“We decided to try to trade with some of the Spanish cities, Olivia; having so good an interpreter.”
“I thought you were going to fight with the Spanish cities. That’s what we decided in council.”