"Oh, I am just like a lamb led to the slaughter."
"Look, brother," Plunkett now said, nudging Lionel. "What pretty lasses! Theirs are not like servants' faces."
"Let's inquire," Lionel replied, a good deal interested and staring at Nancy and Martha.
"Do you see how these disgusting rustics are staring? Let us fly, Lady——"
"Martha," Lady Harriet reproved him. "Don't forget I'm Martha."
"Well, 'Martha,' let us go——"
"Not I! I am having the first moment of gaiety I have known in a year. No, ye'll not go." Then in bravado and to torment Sir Tristram she set up a cry:
"No, here in the open fair, I refuse you for my master! I won't go with you!" By that outbreak she had attracted the attention of everybody about. Nancy, too, set up a screech and everybody crowded about them. Sir Tristram dared not say a word to help himself, because if he should really displease Lady Harriet he knew it would be all up with him.
"Nonsense, nonsense," he said, confused and tormented.
"Well, you can't force her, Master Rob," the frolicsome Nancy joined in.