There are some, Sir Crispin, that have yet another name for you.
He had not stirred from his chair while Crispin had been at the door.
Towards midnight at last Sir Crispin flung down his cards and rose.
Crispin laughed softly for answer, and besought of him the tale of what had passed.
"It will tax our wits to get you out of Penrith," said Crispin.
At the news of this, ...