"I hate aught that hath to do with women. This matter presents many difficulties. I must get to speak with the maid, if she be as you say. If not, I must carry her off by force. Anyway I shall have a wench on my hand for days. I dislike this. I am no woman's man, and I should repel her by my roughness."
Peter's eyes glistened. "But you would be kind to her?" he asked eagerly.
"Kind!" I replied. "I would always treat a helpless maid with respect. No man who is a man could be cruel to these poor things, who cannot fight for themselves. Still one cannot trust women. Mostly they would betray a man at a pinch even though he were fighting for their welfare."
"That is why we are anxious to have such a man as you to help us," cried old Peter. "If we gave this to some, my lad would be eating his heart away with jealousy. He would think they would be plotting to take her away from him. But you, Roger, you have been badly treated by women, therefore——"
"I should pay them scant courtesy," I interrupted.
"I know a Trevanion would always treat a well-born maid as she should be treated. Besides——"
"Besides what?"
"If you promise to bring the maid here, you will bring her."
"Yes," I replied grimly, "if I promise."
"You are as clever as a lawyer, and strong as a horse," wheedled old Peter, "and a Trevanion always keeps his promise."