
"Good evening, young lantern bearer," he says. "I see you have escaped from the impetuous Lady Miranda. Tell me, do you not tire of being in her service?"
This strikes you as pretty rude. "Not at all," you say. "I like it." Actually you do. Even though she's rather childish, you quite like Lady Miranda. And you get to go to the most marvellous places.
The man smiles. "And what about your young flame, Robin?"
This is too much. You don't even know the man. You are going to leave when he takes a coin from his pocket.
"Come, I'm sure you're fond of games. Won't you play one?"