“I’ve done better than I expected,” said he, “and I think I had better leave off now. I am evidently no match for you.”
“Come,” said Nell, “if ye’re done skittlin’ let us be going in doors, and ye can finish yer ale there.”
Many of them now left, those that remained repaired to the parlour.
CHAPTER XX.
THE OCCUPANTS OF THE PARLOUR—A CONVIVIAL PARTY.
Peace bent his steps in the direction of the bar of the establishment.
As he was proceeding along, a voice shouted out—
“Yer’re beant a goin’ to leave us, sir, be’est thou!”
“No, no, friend,” returned our hero. “I shall join you in a minute or so.”
“Aye, that be right,” exclaimed the same voice.