"It'll mak up for the crockery," he said, with great delight.
Back in the kitchen we found Nance fully dressed and busy laying a meal
on the table. She was so taken aback when I declared I was not hungry and
couldn't stay if I had been, that, to save her distress, I had a bite and
a sup of ale, while Job fetched Sultan round to the door. She was a sweet,
comely maiden, and it did my heart good to see her put a horn of ale to
the bleeding lips of the robber. He drank ravenously, like a dog after a
hard run. He was where he deserved to be, with his feet in the short,
straight path to the gallows, and I pitied him not. Nance did, and it's
good for the world that women are made that way.
"How far is it to Ellerton Grange?" I asked Job, who came in to tell me
Sultan was ready.
"A matter of six miles, sir. Three from here to Tutcheter, and three more
on to the Grange."
"How funny, father," interposed Nance. "This is the second time tonight a
gentleman has asked the road to Ellerton Grange."
It would hardly have struck Job as funny if it had been the
twenty-second, but Nance was quick and shrewd.
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