Didymus had half a mind to ask just how many talking foxes this ruffian had met, but he changed his mind, again turning another page in the directory. Perhaps if he simply ignored the knave, he would not tarry. Though the more pages he turned, the more likely he would uncover the Lady Sarah's entry. Hopefully the knave would leave before then.
"I thank thee," Didymus answered stiffly, when finally -- finally -- the knave decided to leave him be. Something about that man completely rubbed him the wrong way, and he again silently swore to himself that he would never lay his paws on the Lady Sarah. Not whilst Didymus still drew breath.