"Not here?" he cried.
"No," she answered.
"And why not, you Jezebel?"
"You need not misname me," she answered coolly. "I was followed and could not come here; and I could not carry it about with me all day. And I could not send it, for there was no one here to take it in. It is at the Spread Eagle in Gracechurch Street, to go by tomorrow's waggon to Colchester. That is what I told them, but it can be fetched away to-morrow."
"If I did not think you were a big liar, girl?" he answered doubtfully; but I knew by his tone that he believed her.
"You may think what you like," she replied.
"And how do you think I am to do for to-night?" he answered querulously.
"You must do as you can," she said. "You have your Hollands, and I have brought some bread and meat."
"It is a dog's life," he said, with a snarl.
"It is the life you choose," she retorted sharply.