G. P. R. James,
The Woodman: A Romance of the Times of Richard III
“ Who comes here?""Is that thee, Lord Chartley?" asked a voice, which the young nobleman thought familiar to his ear."It matters not who I am," he replied; "you cannot pass till you declare yourself.""May I never wear aught but a sorry-coloured cloth cloak and brown hosen," cried the other, "if that be not Chartley's tongue. I am Sir Edward Hungerford; do you not know me?""Faith, Hungerford!" replied Chartley, laughing; "like a kingfisher, you are better known by your feathers than your voice. But what brings you this way?" ”
