The Spaniard shrugged his shoulders.
“You mistress?” he said, turning to Sue who dropped a curtsey. “Can I have a bedchamber here this night?”
Sue replied that all was ready for him, and Dick, having assured himself that everything was to his liking, put his hand into his pocket and drawing out a handful of gold and silver coins tossed them lightly on the table.
“Drinks all round, I pray you, mistress,” he said.
There was a slight stir among the company, and the Spaniard was regarded with still more respect.
Sue stood looking at the coins, her hands on her hips. “’Tis much too much,” she murmured.
Black’erchief Dick laughed.
“Marry! Then, mistress, ’twill do for the next lot. I pray thee haste, my throat is parched,” he said.
Sue, her eyes round with admiration, curtseyed again and ran to the inner door.
“Anny, lass, come hither I prithee,” she called, and then hastened to obey the Spaniard.