"'Twas an unwarrantable presumption, Codso! which I hope your honor'll pardon." Then he smiled again, his little eyes twinkling humorously.

"An ye would try the ale, I dare swear your honor would forgive me.

I know ale, ecod! I am a brewer myself.

Green is my name, sir--Tom Green--your very obedient servant, sir." And he drank as if pledging that same service he professed.
Mr.Caryll observed him calmly and a thought indifferently.

"Ye're determined to honor me," said he.