“By God, I do not allow him to when I can prevent it.”
“But as in this instance you cannot prevent it——” My sentence tailed into a yawn.
“That remains to be seen,” he retorted, and whipped off first one boot and then the other. The unfastened cloak fell to the floor, and he began to unloose his doublet.
I stared calmly, though my heart stood still.
“Really, Sir Robert! Are you going to stay all night? I fear my accommodations are more limited than those to which you have been accustomed.”
“Don’t stand gaping there, Montagu. Get off those uncivilized rags of yours and slip on these. You’re going out as Sir Robert Volney.”
“I am desolated to interfere with your revenge, but—the guards?”
“Fuddled with drink,” he said. “I took care of that. Don’t waste time asking questions.”
“The Duke will be in a fearful rage with you.”
His eyes grew hard. “Am I a child that I should tremble when Cumberland frowns?”