"Welcome dame," he said, without rising from his seat, at the same time offering his hand, which was readily accepted by the landlady.--"By St. Gregory and St. Michael both, a more buxom and tidy piece of flesh and blood hath never sailed between the two headlands of Potomac, than thou art! You are for a junketing, Mistress Dorothy; you are tricked out like a queen this evening! I have never seen thee in thy new suit before. Thou art as gay as a marygold: and I wear thy colours, thou laughing mother of mischief! Green is the livery of thy true knight. Has your goodman, honest Garret, come home yet, dame?" "What would you with my husband, Master Baldpate? There is no good in the wind when you throw yourself into the big chair of this parlour." "In truth, dame, I only came to make a short night of it with you and your worthy spouse. Do not show your white teeth at me, hussy,--you are too old to bite. Tell Matty to spread supper for me in this parlour. Arnold and Pamesack will partake with me; and if the veritable and most authentic head of this house--I mean yourself, mistress--have no need of Garret, I would entreat to have him in company. By the hand of thy soldier, Mistress Dorothy! I am glad to see you thrive so in your calling. You will spare me Garret, dame? Come, I know you have not learnt how to refuse me a boon." "You are a saucy Jack, Master Captain," replied the dame. "I know you of old: you would have a rouse with that thriftless babe my husband. You sent him reeling home only last night. How can you look me in the face, knowing him, as you do, for a most shallow vessel, Captain Dauntrees?" "Fie on thee, dame! You disgrace your own flesh and blood by such speech. Did you not choose him for his qualities?--ay, and with all circumspection, as a woman of experience. You had two husbands before Garret, and when you took him for a third, it was not in ignorance of the sex. Look thee in the face! I dare,--yea, and at thy whole configuration. Faith, you wear most bravely, Mistress Weasel! Stand apart, and let me survey: turn thy shoulders round," he added, as by a sleight he twirled the dame upon her heel so as to bring her back to his view--"thou art a woman of ten thousand, and I envy Garret such store of womanly wealth." "If Garret were the man I took him for, Master Captain," said the dame with a saucy smile, "you would have borne a broken head long since. But he has his virtues, such as they are,--though they may lie in an egg-shell: and Garret has his frailties too, like other men: alack, there is no denying it!" "Frailties, forsooth! Which of us has not, dame? Garret is an honest man;--somewhat old--a shade or so: yet it is but a shade. For my sake, pretty hostess, you will allow him to sup with us? Speak it kindly, sweetheart--good, old Garret's jolly, young wife!"