The Great Roxhythe · Book IV · Chapter 4 2 (2/2)

“No Dart ever acted treacherously towards his Country,” went on Roderick. He eyed a pasty favourably. “No Dart ever lied. Naturally I believe you.”

Christopher got up and flung the window open.

“How close it is in here! Let me⁠—recommend that⁠—pasty, Dick. A little more wine?”

“Thank you. Dear me, you fare well, Chris.”

“Yes,” said Christopher. He shut the window and glanced round the room. “I fare well, as you say.” He smiled, but it was not a happy smile.