He had risen, and now advanced to the scene of action, the press giving way to him. His air, his obvious rank, no less than his hint of a dangerous temper, were his sufficient passports, not only with the company but to the landlord’s better consideration. The man scowled and muttered; but he stood halted. Hamilton blew a kiss to the rosy nymph before he turned on her persecutor.
“Duress! House-breaking!” quoth he. “What terms are these to hold an angel fast? Tell us her crime, bluffer!”
“Angel!” responded the landlord deeply. “Aye, a pretty angel, to cully a poor innkeeper out of his dues! Look you here, master—you that are so righteous—will you pay your angel her shot?”
“She owes you board and lodging?”
“Aye, she does; seven days and more.”
George looked up at the balcony.
“Is that true, child?”
The girl had already produced a little handkerchief, which she now dabbed to her eyes, her breath catching very touchingly.
“Sure I would find the money if I could,” she said. “He might give me credit for my good intentions.”
“I’ll give you credit for nothing!” roared the landlord. “God A’mighty! She’ll be asking for a cash advance on her good intentions next!”