Good-day.

REDFEATHER.

I am a friend to Lady Olive.

LORD ORM.

Sir, you are fortunate.

REDFEATHER.

Most fortunate
In finding, sword on thigh and ready, one
Who is a villain and a gentleman.

LORD ORM [_picks up the flagon_].

Empty, I see.

REDFEATHER.

Oh sir, you never drink.
You dread to lose yourself before the stars--
Do you not dread to sleep?

LORD ORM [_violently_].

What would you here?