Some came to the table where Ludar and I sat; and the soldier, looking hard at me, exclaimed: "Where saw I that gallows face before?
Who be you, sirrah ?" "A printer," said I.
"You lie," said he, "for I saw you to-day accompany the old Scotsman to the Castle.

And, by my body, that slouching dog there should be-- Hillo! comrades," cried he, amazed at his discovery, "more ghosts! May I perish if there have not been sitting in this very room while we talked of him this same sour-faced, love-sick clown, Master Ludar, and one of his merry men.

Marry come up! The very man, skulking here, while his light-of-love is on her honeymoon, and the old dotard, his father, with his pockets full of English gold--" He said no more.

Ludar had no sword, but the blow he gave him silenced his foul tongue for a week.

Instantly the room was turned into a shambles.