at there will be a speedy end to the insurrection.'
'Aye, aye, though blood will be shed first,' she said, shaking her head.
'They tell me that the rebels are as many as seven thousand, and that
they swear to give an' take no quarter, the murderous villains! Alas!
how any gentleman can fall to such bloody work when he might have a
clean honourable occupation, such as innkeeping or the like, is more
than my poor mind can understand. There is a sad difference betwixt the
man who lieth on the cold ground, not knowing how long it may be before
he is three feet deep in it, and he who passeth his nights upon a warm
feather bed, with mayhap a cellar beneath it stocked with even such
wines as we are now drinking.' She again looked hard at Saxon as she
spoke, while Reuben and I nudged each other beneath the table.
'This business hath doubtless increased your trade, fair mistress,'
quoth Saxon.
'Aye, and in the way that payeth best,' said she. 'The few kilderkins of
beer which are drunk by the common folk make little difference one way
or the other. But now, when we have lieutenants of counties, officers,
mayors, and gentry spurring it for very life down the highways, I have
sold more of my rare old wines in three days than ever I did before in
a calendar month. It is not ale, or strong waters, I promise you, that
those gentles drink, but Priniac, Languedoc, Tent, Muscadine, Chiante,
and Tokay--never a flask under the half-guinea.'
'So indeed!' quoth Saxon thoughtfully. 'A snug home and a steady
income.'
'Would that my poor Peter had lived to share it with me,' said Dame
Hobson, laying down her glass, and rubbing her eyes with a corner of
her kerchief. 'He was a good man, poor soul, though in very truth and
between friends he did at last become as broad and as thick as one of
his own puncheons. All well, the heart is the thing! Marry come up! if a
woman were ever to wait until her own fancy came her way, there would be
more maids than mothers in the land.'
'Prythee, good dame, how runs your own fancy?' asked Reuben
mischievously.
'Not in the direction of fat, young man,' she answered smartly, with a
merry glance at our plump companion.
'She has hit you there, Reuben,' said I.
'I would have no pert young springald,' she continued, 'but one who hath
knowledge of the world, and ripe experience. Tall he should be, and of
sinewy build, free of speech that he might lighten the weary hours, and
help entertain the gen
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