"
"And the names of these relatives of yours, Master Chaloner?" said
Edward.
"Nay, you shall have them; for when I trust, I trust wholly. Their
name is Conynghame."
Edward took his letters from out of his side-pocket, and handed one of
them to his fellow-traveler. The address was, "To the worthy Mistress
Conynghame, of Portlake, near Bolton, county of Lancashire."
"It is to that address that I am going myself," said Edward, smiling.
"Whether it is the party you refer to, you best know."
Chaloner burst out with a loud laugh.
"This is excellent! Two people meet, both bound on the same business,
both going to the same rendezvous, and for three days do not venture
to trust each other."
"The times require caution," replied Edward, as he replaced his
letter.
"You are right," answered Chaloner, "and you are of my opinion. I know
now that you have both prudence and courage. The first quality has
been scarcer with us Cavaliers than the last; however, now, all
reserve is over, at least on my part."
"And on mine also," replied Edward. Chaloner then talked about the
chances of the war. He stated that King Charles's army was in a good
state of discipline, and well found in everything; that there were
hundreds in England who would join it, as soon as it had advanced far
enough into England; and that every thing wore a promising appearance.
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