'It's too long ago.

But if you'll give me another mug of your good ale, my pretty lady, I won't say no to that.' 'And shalt have! And shalt have!' cried Jonathan.

'Or brandy even, if you like it better.' And as Cumberland did like it better, and the ostler chimed in, the party pledged each other in a dram of brandy before separating.
As for Nance, she slipped forth into the ruins, partly to avoid the ostler's gallantries, partly to lament over the defects of Mr.Archer.
Plainly, he was no hero.

She pitied him; she began to feel a protecting interest mingle with and almost supersede her admiration, and was at the same time disappointed and yet drawn to him.

She was, indeed, conscious of such unshaken fortitude in her own heart, that she was almost tempted by an occasion to be bold for two.