From both of you from England.

_Julian_.
Well, again.
What money is remaining in your hands?

_Steward_.
Two bags, three hundred each; that's all.
I fear To wake suspicion, if I call in more.

_Julian_.
One thing, and I have done: lest a mischance
Befall us, though I do not fear it much--
have been very secret--is that boat
I had before I left, in sailing trim?

_Steward_.
I knew it was a favorite with my lord;
I've taken care of it. A month ago,
With my own hands I painted it all fresh,
Fitting new oars and rowlocks. The old sail
I'll have replaced immediately; and then
'Twill be as good as new.

_Julian_.
That's excellent.
Well, launch it in the evening. Make it fast
To the stone steps behind my garden study.
Stow in the lockers some sea-stores, and put
The money in the old desk in the study.