"
"Off with Janet in her own bucking-basket!--No, no, no!--You blind
buzzard,--do you not know I mean pretty Mrs. Marget?"
"Umph!" answered Tunstall, dryly.
A flash of anger, not unmingled with suspicion, shot from Jenkin's
keen black eyes.
"Umph!--and what signifies umph? I am not the first 'prentice has
married his master's daughter, I suppose?"
"They kept their own secret, I fancy," said Tunstall, "at least till
they were out of their time."
"I tell you what it is, Frank," answered Jenkin, sharply, "that may be
the fashion of you gentlefolks, that are taught from your biggin to
carry two faces under the same hood, but it shall never be mine."
"There are the stairs, then," said Tunstall, coolly; "go up and ask
Mrs. Marget of our master just now, and see what sort of a face he
will wear under _his_ hood."
"No, I wonnot," answered Jenkin; "I am not such a fool as that
neither. But I will take my own time; and all the Counts in Cumberland
shall not cut my comb, and this is that which you may depend upon."
Francis made no reply; and they resumed their usual attention to the
business of the shop, and their usual solicitations to the passengers.
CHAPTER III
_Bobadil._ I pray you, possess no gallant of your acquaintance with a
knowledge of my lodging.
_Master Matthew._ Who, I, sir?--Lord, sir!
_Ben Jonson.
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