"Nay, no buts—"
"I must, for 'tis the strangest of all—but his doublet was as like as two peas to the one Captain Cornwaleys wears this morning, and his figure was the captain's too, height and all. Now, what is a poor maid to do under such distracting confusions?"
"Mistress Neville, you are a coquette."
Peggy raised her eyebrows till they arched like a rainbow.
"I'd rather be a tailor and make coats for the moon than fit myself to your humors."
"Every man knows best what trade fits him; and now you have spoken of it, the goose doth seem your proper symbol.
"Yes," Romney went on, growing more and more nettled, "the moon changes but every quarter, while to meet the changes of your whims a man must be on tip-toe every hour."
"Tip-toe—ah, yes! now I do recall that the vision was on tip-toe and looking first at the moon and then at me, as though he knew not which he liked the best."
"It is my belief you never saw any such vision."
"Perhaps I was mistook. Anyway, the charm has not come true, for it said I was to meet the man I should marry to-day, and you see for yourself he is not here. Now my limbs are weary sitting so long; I think I will try walking."