Hildebrand brought a will from Sir Harry to this effect,
and poor Lady Fairfax never looked up afterwards. She moped about, and
would see nobody, and then it was they said she was out of her wits. It
was not long before her head-gear and mantle were found by the
river-side just below the old bridge you crossed--but her body never."
Here the entrance of Michael cut short the old man's discourse.
"Belike thou hast not lacked a cup of warm sack, and a whey-posset with
my master in the west turret," scoffingly cried Master Geoffery. Michael
looked surly as he replied--
"Old Gabergeon, let us have a draught of thy best, a stirrup-cup.
Breakfast I have settled with above stairs."
"Marry take your swill, Mr Saucypate," tartly replied Geoffery. "And so,
because you have eaten and drunk with my master, it is 'old Gabergeon;'
else had it been good Master Hardpiece, or 'if you will, Master
Geoffery!' Out upon such carrion, say I, that think themselves live meat
when they are but fly-blown."
"Old Geoffery," said Michael, coolly, "we'll settle our rank at a more
convenient opportunity. Just now I'll thank thee for the flagon.
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