"And then like a brave knight you rode away to set her free. Ah, well, I like you none the worse for that. You have brains, and you have decision. But this means that you had met her before. Where?"
"Near Dover, sire."
"What did she there?"
"She never told me, sire."
"Reports have reached me that you have been seen near an old house called Pycroft, which is not a long ride from Dover. Did you see her there?"
"Yes, sire."
"Ah! that is better. Why did you go there?"
"I do not think Your Majesty would be pleased if I told you."
"That is possible, ay likely. Such as you often do that which might not please me. But tell me."
"If I tell you I would rather speak to your private ear," I said.