“Anyway, I never saw him so before,” he said, “and I’ve sailed aboard his ship these ten years.”
“But whoever would bewitch him?” asked Mistress Pullen, looking up innocently, as though no hint of the affairs of the Ship had reached her.
“A marvellous pretty wench,” said Blueneck, and then he added hastily, “but of no comparison with thee, señora.”
Mistress Amy laughed.
“’Tis a flatterer you are,” she said, “but I never heard of a pretty wench of the Ship, Master Blueneck; will she be one of the Island girls?”
Blueneck looked up.
“Ay,” he said, “’tis a lass called Anny Farran.”
“Oh!” Mistress Pullen’s eyebrows rose, and she pursed up her lips. “That child!”
Blueneck looked at her curiously.
“Hast heard aught against the lass?” he asked.