"By God, I never saw a finer woman!" "Nor I," she answered back, "which I thank Heaven for." "Thou pretty, brazen baggage," her father laughed.

"Old Dunstanwolde looked thee well over to-night.

He never looked away from the moment he clapped eyes on thee." "That I knew better than thee, Dad," said the beauty; "and I saw that he could not have done it if he had tried.

If there comes no richer, younger great gentleman, he shall marry me." "Thou hast a sharp eye and a keen wit," said Sir Jeoffry, looking askance at her with a new maggot in his brain.

"Wouldst never play the fool, I warrant.