But there's no need to talk of her.

What of the man I paid you to track?
Have you found him ?" Rofflash watched her face, what he could see of it, for she had not unmasked, and noted the slight quiver of the lips and the rise and fall of her bosom.
"Faith mistress," he chuckled with a drunken leer, "if you're not as crazy over the beggarly scribbler as my young gallant is over the Fenton girl who lives in the Old Bailey--at a coffee house, forsooth! Why, to see the pother you're in one would think the hussy had put your nose out of joint.

Perhaps she has.

She's fetching enough." Sally seized the captain's arm with a vigorous grip that showed the intensity of her feelings.

He winced and muttered an oath.
"S'life," he burst out, "save your nails for the girl who's cut you out with the scribbler." "She?
You lie.