"I don't know but what it may be a folly," growled Chowne; "but, Sally, it's a folly you are bent on committing too." To this Sally, who for some time had been keeping company with one Joe, made no reply. "Now look'ye here," said Chowne. "I don't want you to marry, Sally. It's no reason because I make a fool o' myself, that you should go and do likewise." "But why not, master?" "Because I want'y to stay here and see that my wife don't maltreat me," answered Chowne. "And I'll tell'y what, Sally--if you'll give up Joe, I'll give thee the fat pig. Which will'y now prefer, Joe or the porker?" Sally considered for a moment, and then said, "Lauk! sir, I'd rayther have the pig." And now must be told how it was that Chowne was brought to the marriage state. There was in the neighbourhood a yeoman family named Heathman, and there was a handsome daughter belonged to the house. Chowne had paid her some of his insolent attentions, that meant, if they meant anything, some contemptuous admiration. Her brothers were angry. It was reported that Chowne had spoken of their sister, moreover, in a manner they would not brook; so they invited him to their house, made him drunk, and when drunk sign a paper promising to marry Jane Heathman before three months were up, or to forfeit £10,000. They took care to have this document well attested, and next morning presented it to Chowne, who had forgotten all about it. He was much put out, blustered, cajoled, tried to laugh it off--all to no purpose. The brothers insisted on his either taking Jane to wife, or paying the stipulated sum. He asked for delay, and rode off to consult his friend Hannaford. "Bless 'y," said Hannaford, "ten thousand pounds is a terrible big sum to pay. Take the creature." Thus it came about that Chowne yielded to the less disagreeable alternative. Poor Jane Heathman! she little thought of what was in store for her. Her brothers had shown her a cruel kindness in forcing her into the arms of a reluctant suitor. To return to the wedding day, after the offer made to and accepted by Sally. About one o'clock Chowne returned alone, seated himself composedly in his dining-room, and ordered dinner. "But where be the wife?" asked Sally. "Haven't 'ee been married then?" "Aye, married I have been, though." "But where be Mistress Chowne?"