But she will have me about her; I see it in her eye." Bassett was delighted at this news, but he did not speak his mind all at once; the time was not come.

He let the gypsy rattle on, and bided his time.

He flattered her, and said he envied Lady Bassett to have such a beautiful girl about her.

"I'll let my hair grow," said he.
"Ay, do," said she, "and then I'll pull it for you." This challenge ended in a little struggle for a kiss, the sincerity of which was doubtful.

Polly resisted vigorously, to be sure, but briefly, and, having given in, returned it.
One day she told him Sir Charles had met her plump, and had given a great start.
This made Bassett very uneasy.