"Why not, sir?
why should I not make merry when I have the honor of a noble captain in my house?
one who has sailed the seas, sir, and cut Spaniards' throats; and may cut them again too; eh, sir?
Boy, where's the kettle and the sugar ?" "What on earth is the man at ?" quoth Amyas to himself--"flattering me, or laughing at me ?" "Yes," he ran on, half to himself, in a deliberate tone, evidently intending to hint more than he said, as he began brewing the sack--in plain English, hot negus; "Yes, bread and dripping for those who can't fight Spaniards; but the best that money can buy for those who can.

I heard of you at Smerwick, sir--Yes, bread and dripping for me too--I can't fight Spaniards: but for such as you.

Look here, sir; I should like to feed a crew of such up, as you'd feed a main of fighting-cocks, and then start them with a pair of Sheffield spurs a-piece--you've a good one there to your side, sir: but don't you think a man might carry two now, and fight as they say those Chineses do, a sword to each hand?
You could kill more that way, Captain Leigh, I reckon ?" Amyas half laughed.
"One will do, Mr.Salterne, if one is quick enough with it." "Humph!--Ah--No use being in a hurry.

I haven't been in a hurry.

No--I waited for you; and here you are and welcome, sir! Here comes supper, a light matter, sir, you see.