"He styles himself 'Sir Philebert de Shaunde.'"
Dauvrey scratched his head. "I am sure I never saw him before."
"Well, it is small matter, but as we may see more of him hereafter it will be wise to keep him in mind"—and he told of the encounter.
"What became of the damsel?" the squire asked.
"She disappeared during the scuffle; but doubtless the landlord can advise you where to find her," De Lacy said good-naturedly.
"A most extraordinary tymbestere who refuses a Knight's caress," Dauvrey explained.
"But would not, you think, refuse a squire's?"
"Nay, my lord, what I think is that she might bear investigation. She is in disguise, I will stake my head."
"How does that concern us?"
"Only as every mystery concerns us now. To solve one sometimes solves another."