[Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley]@TWC D-Link bookWestward Ho! CHAPTER XIV 27/37
"I had a venture in her.
I suppose it's gone.
No matter--I can afford it, sir, and more, I trust.
And he was three years younger than I! And Draper Heard was buried yesterday, five years younger .-- How is it that every one can die, except me? Come in, sir, come in; I have forgotten my manners." And he led Amyas into his parlor, and called to the apprentices to run one way, and to the cook to run another. "You must not trouble yourself to get me supper, indeed." "I must though, sir, and the best of wine too; and old Salterne had a good tap of Alicant in old time, old time, old time, sir! and you must drink it now, whether he does or not!" and out he bustled. Amyas sat still, wondering what was coming next, and puzzled at the sudden hilarity of the man, as well as his hospitality, so different from what the innkeeper had led him to expect. In a minute more one of the apprentices came in to lay the cloth, and Amyas questioned him about his master. "Thank the Lord that you are come, sir," said the lad. "Why, then ?" "Because there'll be a chance of us poor fellows getting a little broken meat.
We'm half-starved this three months--bread and dripping, bread and dripping, oh dear, sir! And now he's sent out to the inn for chickens, and game, and salads, and all that money can buy, and down in the cellar haling out the best of wine."-- And the lad smacked his lips audibly at the thought. "Is he out of his mind ?" "I can't tell; he saith as how he must save mun's money now-a-days; for he've a got a great venture on hand: but what a be he tell'th no man. They call'th mun 'bread and dripping' now, sir, all town over," said the prentice, confidentially, to Amyas. "They do, do they, sirrah! Then they will call me bread and no dripping to-morrow!" and old Salterne, entering from behind, made a dash at the poor fellow's ears: but luckily thought better of it, having a couple of bottles in each hand. "My dear sir," said Amyas, "you don't mean us to drink all that wine ?" "Why not, sir ?" answered Salterne, in a grim, half-sneering tone, thrusting out his square-grizzled beard and chin.
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