"You've served me like a fool," quoth Sir Humphrey, savagely, shaking himself free from the mealy-mouthed attorney. "Damn you," he added, as he walked quickly out of the crowd and across the green, "don't yap at my heels like a frightened cur."
"God speed your Honour," shouted Stich after him.
"Think you, John, he'll come to our wedding?" murmured Betty, saucily, at which honest John hugged her with all his might before the entire company.
"Be gy! I marvel if the old fox'll go to her ladyship's and the Captain's wedding, eh?"
"Lordy! Lordy! these be 'mazing times," commented Jock Miggs, vaguely.
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But within the small parlour of the Royal George all this noise and gaiety only came as a faint, merry echo.
His Royal Highness had gone, followed by the Sergeant and soldiers, and Bathurst was alone with his beautiful white rose.
"And 'tis to you I owe my life," he whispered for the twentieth time, as kneeling at her feet he buried his head in the folds of her gown.
"I have done so little," she murmured, "one poor prayer ... when you had done so much."