So that I was gratified, at the next round, to hear Captain Pharo declare that he felt the necessity of going home at once to have a copy of the verses made and "a ya-ard built around 'em, Judah."
Most of the Basins had gone; there were still some of the prettiest girls upon the floor, not with proper Basin escort, but with Notely's broadcloth guests, who were whispering sweet words of adulation to tingling, unaccustomed ears.
"Come!" Gurdon whispered to Fluke; "we should give up playing at this hour, and take those girls home."
Fluke shook his head. "Go home, you," he said: "one fiddle is enough! If we want a merry time, don't bother."
Gurdon stayed patiently, but with a brow waxing determined. The flattered girls, the broadcloth guests cast unwelcome glances at him.
"Go home, Gurd!" said Fluke, at last. "You spoil it all with a face like that. Go on, and don't mind us, or you and I shall quarrel."
"Not till those girls are ready to be taken home," said Gurdon.
Fluke threw down his fiddle with an oath. "I said that you and I should quarrel."
"I would not strike my twin-brother for all the false men and foolish girls in Christendom!" said Gurdon, standing before Fluke's threat, with folded arms, and such a look at him that Fluke came to himself, wincing.
"We may as well go home," he said sulkily.