"As your honor wills," said the man, and handed over the money. "I have now one left to see me all the way to Marazion. But justice is justice." "Clear my hall, John Broad," said my uncle. This order the constable carried out with promptitude. But when the sailor would have gone, Sir Thurstan bade him stay, and presently he called him to his side and held converse with him. "Dost thou propose to walk to Marazion?" he asked. "With God's help, sir," answered the man. "Why not try Hull? Thou mightest find a ship there for a southern port." "I had never thought of it, your honor. How far away may Hull be?" "Forty miles. What means hast thou?" "But one groat, sir. But then I have become used to hardships." "Try Hull: thou wilt find a ship there, I doubt not. Hold, here are twelve shillings for thee. Humphrey, have him to the kitchen and give him a good meal ere he starts." "Your honor," said the sailor, "is a father and a brother to me. I shall not forget." "Do thy duty," said Sir Thurstan. So I took the man to the kitchen, and fed him, and soon he went away. "Young master," said he, "if I can ever repay this kindness I will, yea, with interest. Pharaoh Nanjulian never forgets." With that he went away, and we saw him no more. CHAPTER III. ROSE. There being no disposition on my part to renew our differences, and none on his to lead up to an open rupture, my cousin Jasper Stapleton and I got on together very well, until we had reached the age of nineteen years, when a new and far more important matter of contention arose between us. Now, our first quarrel had arisen over the ultimate disposition of my uncle's estates; our second was as to which should be lord over the heart and hand of a fair maiden. To both of us the second quarrel was far more serious than the first--which is a thing that will readily be understood by all young folks. It seemed to both of us that not all the broad acres of Beechcot, nay, of Yorkshire itself, were to be reckoned in comparison with the little hand of Mistress Rose Herrick. For by that time Mistress Rose had grown to be a fair and gracious maiden, whose golden hair, floating from under her dainty cap, was a dangerous snare for any hot-hearted lad's thoughts to fall entangled in. So sweet and gracious was she, so delightful her conversation, so bewitching her eyes, that I marvel not even at this stretch of time that I then became her captive and slave for life. Nor do I marvel, either, that Jasper Stapleton was equally enslaved by her charms. It had indeed been wonderful if he or I had made any resistance to them.