For though he durst never lift his voice in my hearing again, he scowled at me under his brows, and, as I suppose, wished he had done what he tried to do that night.

I found it best to let him be, even when he made up to Jeannette, which happened but seldom, and then little to his comfort.
But when, after a month or more, his articles being ended, he took his hat and left the shop for good, I was not surprised, nor were my master or mistress over-much cast down.
As for me, I had a shrewd guess Peter Stoupe had not yet done with me.
All went happily, then, in the house without Temple Bar.

Only my little mistress held me off more than she had been wont, and was graver with me.

Yet it was happiness to see she counted somewhat on my company, and scorned not to ask my arm whenever she needed its help.
Often and often she made me tell her of my journeyings, and of Ludar and the maiden.

And her bright eyes would glisten as she heard how they were parted and what they had suffered for one another.