"'Tis a part that you have conducted properly and well, no doubt."
"Why, without boasting, I profess some slight skill in these matters."
"Well, now, look you. Your carrying away this lady in the spirit is well; 'tis a fit preparation for your carrying away a lady in the flesh."
Master Holyday broke off in the middle of a yawn and stared.
"You shall carry away this goldsmith's daughter to-morrow night. Now mark how all is to be done—"
"God's name, are you mad?" cried the scholar, roused from his lassitude into a great astonishment.
"No more mad than to have planned all this for the saving of that maid from dire calamities, and the making of your joy and fortune."
"My joy?"
"Ay, indeed; for to possess that maid—"