‘And who is he? in the name of wonder.’
‘Who is he? Why Sylvester, to be sure.’
‘I do assure you, Ursula, that I feel disposed to be angry with you; such a handsome young woman as yourself to take up with such a nasty pepper-faced good-for-nothing—’
‘I won’t hear my husband abused, brother; so you had better say no more.’
‘Why, is he not the Lazarus of the gypsies? Has he a penny of his own, Ursula?’
‘Then the more his want, brother, of a clever chi like me to take care of him and his childer. I tell you what, brother, I will chore, if necessary, and tell dukkerin for Sylvester, if even so heavy as scarcely to be able to stand. You call him lazy; you would not think him lazy if you were in a ring with him; he is a proper man with his hands. Jasper is going to back him for twenty pounds against Slammocks of the Chong gav, the brother of Roarer and Bell-metal. He says he has no doubt that he will win.’
‘Well, if you like him, I, of course, can have no objection. Have you been long married?’
‘About a fortnight, brother; that dinner, the other day, when I sang the song, was given in celebration of the wedding.’
‘Were you married in a church, Ursula?’
‘We were not, brother; none but gorgios, cripples, and lubbenys, are ever married in a church; [81] we took each other’s words. Brother, I have been with you near three hours beneath this hedge. I will go to my husband.’