Anny dropped her eyes before the Spaniard’s smile.
“She was ever good to me, sir,” she said.
Big French grinned.
“Ay, Anny,” he said, “Nan Swayle’s good will is about all which thy grandsire has ever given you, isn’t it?”
The girl flushed and Sue and Hal stepped forward to listen.
Dick looked puzzled.
“Thy grandsire, Mistress?” he enquired.
Anny reddened again.
“’Tis an old story, sir,” she murmured.
“Prithee, Master French,” the Spaniard turned lazily and looked at the young man. “Prithee tell it.”