Tour daughter is already forgotten, and he is at this moment enjoying a tender _tete-a-tete_ in Bishop Kempe's chapel with Nizza Macascree, the blind piper's daughter." "It is false, sir," replied the grocer, incredulously.
"Unbelieving dog!" cried Pillichody, in a furious tone, and clapping his hand upon his sword, "it is fortunate for you that the disparity of our stations prevents me from compelling you to yield me satisfaction for the insult you have offered me.

But I caution you to keep better guard upon your tongue for the future, especially when addressing one who has earned his laurels under King Charles the Martyr." "I have no especial reverence for the monarch you served under," replied Bloundel; "but he would have blushed to own such a follower." "You may thank my generosity that I do not crop your ears, base Roundhead," rejoined Pillichody; "but I will convince you that I speak the truth, and if you have any shame in your composition, it will be summoned to your cheeks." So saying, he proceeded to Bishop Kempe's chapel, the door of which was slightly ajar, and desired the grocer to look through the chink.

This occurred at the precise time that the apprentice was seized with sudden faintness, and was leaning for support upon Nizza Macascree's shoulder.
"You see how lovingly they are seated together," observed Pillichody, with a smile of triumph.

"Bowers of Paphos! I would I were as near the rich widow of Watling-street.

Will you speak with him ?" "No," replied Bloundel, turning away; "I have done with him for ever.