“What!” exclaimed Mrs. Maggot, drawing up her fine figure to its full height; “because I condescend to live with you, am I never to look at another man,--especially at one so much to my taste as this? Don't think it!” “You had better retire, Madam,” said the woollen-draper, sharply, “if you can't conduct yourself with more propriety.” “Order those who choose to obey you,” rejoined the lady scornfully. “Though you lorded it over that fond fool, Mrs. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. That for you!” And she snapped her fingers in his face. “Zounds!” cried Kneebone, furiously. “Go to your own room, woman, directly, or I'll make you!” “Make me!” echoed Mrs. Maggot, bursting into a loud contemptuous laugh. “Try!” Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. At length, after he had given up the point from sheer exhaustion, the Amazon seized him by the throat, and pushed him backwards with such force that he rolled over the counter. “There!” she cried, laughing, “that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. You should remember, before you try your strength against mine, that when I rescued you from the watch, and you induced me to come and live with you, I beat off four men, any of whom was a match for you--ha! ha!” “My dear Poll!” said Kneebone, picking himself up, “I entreat you to moderate yourself.” “Entreat a fiddlestick!” retorted Mrs. Maggot: “I'm tired of you, and will go back to my old lover, Jack Sheppard. He's worth a dozen of you. Or, if this good-looking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him.” “You may go, and welcome, Madam!” rejoined Kneebone, spitefully. “But, I should think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiable disposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such an incumbrance.” “What say you, Sir?” said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at the stranger. “_You_ will find me tractable enough; and, with _me_ by, your side you need fear neither constable nor watchman. I've delivered Jack Sheppard from many an assault. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Will you take me?” However tempting Mrs. Maggot's offer may appear, the young man thought fit to decline it, and, after a few words of well-merited compliment on her extraordinary prowess, and renewed thanks to Mr. Kneebone, he took his departure. “Good bye!” cried Mrs. Maggot, kissing her hand to him. “I'll find you out. And now,” she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, “I'll go to Jack Sheppard.” “You shall first go to Bridewell, you jade!” rejoined Kneebone. “Here, Tom,” he added, calling to a shop-boy, “run and fetch a constable.” “He had better bring half-a-dozen,” said the Amazon, taking up a cloth-yard wand, and quietly seating herself; “one won't do.”