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You've as splendid victuals and drink as at other parties, and even better. And it don't wear your legs to stumps in talking over a poor fellow's ways as it do to stand up in hornpipes." "Nine folks out of ten would own 'twas going too far to dance then, I suppose?" suggested Grandfer Cantle. "'Tis the only sort of party a staid man can feel safe at after the mug have been round a few times."
"I feel'd for all the world like some bold soldier after I had had some once," said Christian. "You shall feel so again," said Wildeve, with condescension, "Cups or glasses, gentlemen?" "Well, if you don't mind, we'll have the beaker, and pass 'en round; 'tis better than heling it out in dribbles." "Jown the slippery glasses," said Grandfer Cantle.
Allus loved 'im allus will, an' wishful to wed wi' 'im! Why, then," said the Ancient, swallowing two or three times, "so 'ee shall, my sweet so 'ee shall, sure as sure, so come an' kiss me, an' forgive the old man as loves 'ee so." "What do 'ee mean, grandfer?" said Prue between two kisses. "A fine, strappin' chap be Jarge; arter all, Peter, you bean't a patch on Jarge for looks, be you?"
"I'd be very glad to ask her in wedlock, if she'd hae me, and take the risk of her wild dark eyes ill-wishing me," said Grandfer Cantle staunchly. "Don't ye say it, father!" implored Christian. "Well, be dazed if he who do marry the maid won't hae an uncommon picture for his best parlour," said Fairway in a liquid tone, placing down the cup of mead at the end of a good pull.
"What's the good of a thing that you can't put down in the ashes to warm, hey, neighbours; that's what I ask?" "Right, Grandfer," said Sam; and the mead then circulated. "Well," said Timothy Fairway, feeling demands upon his praise in some form or other, "'tis a worthy thing to be married, Mr. He always had his great indignation ready against anything underhand."
Isn't it spoke like a man, Timothy, and wasn't Mis'ess Yeobright wrong about me?" "Yes, it will do. I didn't know the two had walked together since last fall, when her aunt forbad the banns. How long has this new set-to been mangling then? Do you know, Humphrey?" "Yes, how long?" said Grandfer Cantle smartly, likewise turning to Humphrey. "I ask that question."
"Upon my song 'tis another ten minutes for us," said the Valiant Soldier, looking through the keyhole as the tune modulated into another without stopping. "Grandfer Cantle is standing in this corner, waiting his turn." "'Twon't be long; 'tis a six-handed reel," said the Doctor. "Why not go in, dancing or no? They sent for us," said the Saracen.
"Exactly seem foolish-like; and that's very bad for the poor things that be so, though I only guess as much, to be sure," said Grandfer Cantle, still strenuously preserving a sensible bearing and mien. "Ah, well, I was at church that day," said Fairway, "which was a very curious thing to happen." "If 'twasn't my name's Simple," said the Grandfer emphatically.
He pressed the agitated girl into a seat, returned to the outer room and opened the door. Immediately outside, in the passage, appeared Grandfer Cantle singing in concert with those still standing in front of the house. He came into the room and nodded abstractedly to Wildeve, his lips still parted, and his features excruciatingly strained in the emission of the chorus.
"Grandfer," she said very gently, "you mustn't speak of Jarge to me like that ye mustn't ye mustn't because I love him, and if he ever comes back I'll marry him if if he will only ax me; and if he never comes back, then I think I shall die!" The Ancient took out his snuff-box, knocked it, opened it, glanced inside, and shut it up again. "Did 'ee tell me as you love Black Jarge, Prue?"
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