“Will you have me out of it by force, or by your sweet persuasion?” Sard asked him.
“You will see.”
“That will be something to look forward to.”
“You wait.”
“I am waiting.”
The man crept a foot nearer, spat towards Sard (not very successfully against the norther) and called him some filthy names.
“I will open your bag,” he said, “with my knife, which is used to opening the bags of Englishmen. I will see whether it is true that Englishmen have the tripes of cats, as it is said.”
“It is quite true,” Sard answered. “They have. May I ask if you are in love?”
“I will soon teach you.”
“What does your lady love in you; your appearance or your breeding?”