"Ah. Nothing like responsibility. Good for a man. Some try to avoid it, but it's good. So you look after the guard on all the palaces? The Princess Yasmini's too, eh? Well, well; I can imagine that might be nervous work. They say that young lady is—! Eh, Tripe?"
"I couldn't say, sir. My duties don't take me inside the palace."
"Now, now, Tripe! No use trying to look innocent! They tell me she's a handful and you encourage her!"
"Some folks don't care what they say, sir."
"If she should be in trouble I dare say, now, you'd be the man she'd apply to for help."
"I'd like to think that, sir."
"Might ask you to take a letter for instance, to me or his honor the judge here?"
The judge walked away. He did not care to be mixed up in intrigue, even hypothetically, and especially with a member of the lower orders.
"I'd do for her what I'd do for a daughter of my own, sir, neither more nor less."
"Quite so, Tripe. If she gave you a letter to bring to me, you'd bring it, eh?"