“Marry, what a joskin!” he said at last.
Anny opened her mouth to speak but checked herself and laughed instead.
Dick looked up at her.
“Mistress,” he said, “might I beg thee to hie to the gate and tell me if thou see’st aught of my rapscallion mate, Master Blueneck?”
“Ay, sir.”
Anny was halfway to the door when Sue ran after her.
“I’ll with thee,” she said.
Dick looked after them.
“A marvellous pretty wench but wondrous evilly clothed,” he said.
“What, Sue?” Big French spoke in great surprise. The Spaniard smiled.