“I fear he is but a bad man. Do you think he cherishes the King’s cause?”
Master Peter flamed with virtuous indignation.
“He, the black heart! Never think it. He is a rank Parliament scoundrel and worships Mr. Pym.”
“Is it so?” cried Brilliana. “A rebel, a renegade. Why, now, Master Rainham, I see a pretty piece of loyal work for you.”
Master Peter glowered at her suspiciously.
“Anything for you, anything for the King; except give what I have none of—money.”
“In the King’s name,” said Brilliana, heroically, “go forth and ransack this rebellious gentleman’s house for arms.”
Master Peter snorted sceptically.
“Arms! I think he hath none but an old rusty fire-lock and a breast and back that have seen better days.”