Darden grew something purpler in the face, and, rumbling oaths, went over to the three beneath the oak.

"How many spoke to you to-day ?" he asked roughly of his wife.

"Did _he_ come and speak ?" "No, he didn't!" cried Mistress Deborah tartly.

"And all the gentry went by; only Mr.Bray stopped to say that everybody knew of your fight with Mr.Bailey at the French ordinary, and that the Commissary had sent for Bailey, and was going to suspend him.

I wish to Heaven I knew why I married you, to be looked down upon by every Jill, when I might have had his Lordship's own man! Of all the fools"-- "You were not the only one," answered her husband grimly.