He headed for the Gate, swinging wide round the fountain so that Jeffreys wouldn't be tempted to run him through. Sir Richard Apthorp was applauding him politely. Jeffreys was mumbling and growling, but after a few moments he was able to get words out: 'You are the same man as you were – or weren't :ten years ago, Daniel Waterhouse! You were ruled by fear then :and you'd have England ruled by it now ! Thank God you are sequestered within these walls, and unable to infect London with your disgusting pusillanimity!'