I must see the wench I am to marry," said his Lordship, speaking to his companion, the stable boy.

"So Dorothy is with you, is she, cousin?
I haven't seen her for years.

They say she is a handsome filly now.

By gad, she had room to improve, for she was plain enough, to frighten rats away from a barn when I last saw her.

We will go to the inn and see for ourselves, won't we, Tod?
Dad's word won't satisfy us when it comes to the matter of marrying, will it, Tod ?" Tod was the drunken stable boy who had assisted his Lordship and me in our battle with the Brownists.
I was at a loss what course to pursue.