He now wished to know the Colonel’s directions for the night.
“Would he eat anything?”
“No.”
“Did his honour choose to accept Sir Henry Lee’s bed, which was ready prepared?”
“Yes.”
“That of Mistress Alice Lee should be prepared for the Secretary.”
“On pain of thine ears—No,” replied Everard.
“Where then was the worthy Secretary to be quartered?”
“In the dog-kennel, if you list,” replied Colonel Everard; “but,” added he, stepping to the sleeping apartment of Alice, which opened from the parlour, locking it, and taking out the key, “no one shall profane this chamber.”
“Had his honour any other commands for the night?”