"For want of a lodging, young roaring girl."
"Is it so? Look ye, then; I'm abroad for the night, on matters of mine own. Here's my key; 'tis to the back yard gate of the empty house in Foster Lane, where the spirit walks. Dost fear ghosts?"
"Fear ghosts? Girl, I make 'em!"
"Then you'll find in that yard a penthouse, wherein is a feather-bed upon boards. 'Tis a good bed—I stole it from a brewer's widow."
And so the captain lodged that night in a coal-house, thankfully.
[CHAPTER III.]
MASTER JERNINGHAM'S MADNESS.
"I must and will obtain her; I am ashes else."—The Humourous Lieutenant.