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of a toad； and the expression of her countenance was particularly
evil； her arms were bare； and her bosom was but half concealed by a
slight bodice； below which she wore a coarse petticoat； her only
other article of dress。 The man was somewhat younger； but of a
figure equally wild； his frame was long and lathy； but his arms
were remarkably short； his neck was rather bent； he squinted
slightly； and his mouth was much awry； his complexion was dark；
but； unlike that of the woman； was more ruddy than livid； there was
a deep scar on his cheek； something like the impression of a
halfpenny。 The dress was quite in keeping with the figure： in his
hat； which was slightly peaked； was stuck a peacock's feather； over
a waistcoat of hide； untanned and with the hair upon it； he wore a
rough jerkin of russet hue； smallclothes of leather； which had
probably once belonged to a soldier； but with which pipeclay did
not seem to have come in contact for many a year； protected his
lower man as far as the knee； his legs were cased in long stockings
of blue worsted； and on his shoes he wore immense old…fashioned
buckles。
Such were the two beings who now came rushing upon me； the man was
rather in advance； brandishing a ladle in his hand。
'So I have caught you at last；' said he； 'I'll teach ye； you young
highwayman； to come skulking about my properties！'
Young as I was； I remarked that his manner of speaking was
different from that of any people with whom I had been in the habit
of associating。 It was quite as strange as his appearance； and yet
it nothing resembled the foreign English which I had been in the
habit of hearing through the palisades of the prison； he could
scarcely be a foreigner。
'Your properties！' said I； 'I am in the King's Lane。 Why did you
put them there； if you did not wish them to be seen？'
'On the spy；' said the woman； 'hey？ I'll drown him in the sludge
in the toad…pond over the hedge。'
'So we will；' said the man； 'drown him anon in the mud！'
'Drown me； will you？' said I； 'I should like to see you！ What's
all this about？ Was it because I saw you with your hands full of
straw plait； and my mother there … '
'Yes；' said the woman； 'what was I about？'
MYSELF。 How should I know？ Making bad money； perhaps！
And it will be as well here to observe； that at this time there was
much bad money in circulation in the neighbourhood； generally
supposed to be fabricated by the prisoners； so that this false coin
and straw plait formed the standard subjects of conversation at
Norman Cross。
'I'll strangle thee；' said the beldame； dashing at me。 'Bad money；
is it？'
'Leave him to me； wifelkin；' said the man； interposing； 'you shall
now see how I'll baste him down the lane。'
MYSELF。 I tell you what； my chap； you had better put down that
thing of yours； my father lies concealed within my tepid breast；
and if to me you offer any harm or wrong； I'll call him forth to
help me with his forked tongue。
MAN。 What do you mean； ye Bengui's bantling？ I never heard such
discourse in all my life： playman's speech or Frenchman's talk …
which； I wonder？ Your father！ Tell the mumping villain that if he
comes near my fire I'll serve him out as I will you。 Take that …
Tiny Jesus！ what have we got here？ Oh； delicate Jesus！ what is the
matter with the child？
I had made a motion which the viper understood； and now； partly
disengaging itself from my bosom； where it had lain perdu； it
raised its head to a level with my face； and stared upon my enemy
with its glittering eyes。
The man stood like one transfixed； and the ladle； with which he had
aimed a blow at me； now hung in the air like the hand which held
it； his mouth was extended； and his cheeks became of a pale yellow；
save alone that place which bore the mark which I have already
described； and this shone now portentously； like fire。 He stood in
this manner for some time； at last the ladle fell from his hand；
and its falling appeared to rouse him from his stupor。
'I say； wifelkin；' said he； in a faltering tone； 'did you ever see
the like of this here？'
But the woman had retreated to the tent； from the entrance of which
her loathly face was now thrust； with an expression partly of
terror and partly of curiosity。 After gazing some time longer at
the viper and myself； the man stooped down and took up the ladle；
then； as if somewhat more assured； he moved to the tent； where he
entered into conversation with the beldame in a low voice。 Of
their discourse； though I could hear the greater part of it； I
understood not a single word； and I wondered what it could be； for
I knew by the sound that it was not French。 At last the man； in a
somewhat louder tone； appeared to put a question to the woman； who
nodded her head affirmatively； and in a moment or two produced a
small stool； which she delivered to him。 He placed it on the
ground； close by the door of the tent； first rubbing it with his
sleeve； as if for the purpose of polishing its surface。
MAN。 Now； my precious little gentleman； do sit down here by the
poor people's tent； we wish to be civil in our slight way。 Don't
be angry； and say no； but look kindly upon us； and satisfied； my
precious little God Almighty。
WOMAN。 Yes； my gorgeous angel； sit down by the poor bodies' fire；
and eat a sweetmeat。 We want to ask you a question or two； only
first put that serpent away。
MYSELF。 I can sit down； and bid the serpent go to sleep； that's
easy enough； but as for eating a sweetmeat； how can I do that？ I
have not got one； and where am I to get it？
WOMAN。 Never fear； my tiny tawny； we can give you one； such as you
never ate； I daresay； however far you may have come from。
The serpent sank into its usual resting…place； and I sat down on
the stool。 The woman opened a box； and took out a strange little
basket or hamper； not much larger than a man's fist； and formed of
a delicate kind of matting。 It was sewed at the top； but； ripping
it open with a knife； she held it to me； and I saw； to my surprise；
that it contained candied fruits of a dark green hue； tempting
enough to one of my age。 'There； my tiny；' said she； 'taste； and
tell me how you like them。'
'Very much；' said I； 'where did you get them？'
The beldame leered upon me for a moment； then； nodding her head
thrice； with a knowing look； said； 'Who knows better than yourself；
my tawny？'
Now； I knew nothing about the matter； but I saw that these strange
people had conceived a very high opinion of the abilities of their
visitor； which I was nothing loth to encourage。 I therefore
answered boldly； 'Ah！ who indeed！'
'Certainly；' said the man； 'who should know better than yourself；
or so well？ And now； my tiny one； let me ask you one thing … you
didn't come to do us any harm？'
'No；' said I； 'I had no dislike to you； though； if you were to
meddle with me … '
MAN。 Of course； my gorgeous； of course you would； and quite right
too。 Meddle with you！ … what right have we？ I should say； it
would not be quite safe。 I see how it is； you are one of them
there； … and he bent his head towards his left shoulder。
MYSELF。 Yes； I am one of them … for I thought he was alluding to
the soldiers； … you had best mind what you are about； I can tell
you。
MAN。 Don't doubt we will for our own sake； Lord bless you；
wifelkin； only think that we should see one of them there when we
least thought about it。 Well； I have heard of such things； though
I never thought to see one； however； seeing is believing。 Well！
now you are come； and are not going to do us any mischief； I hope
you will stay； you can do us plenty of good if you will。
MYSELF。 What good could I do you？
MAN。 What good？ plenty！ Would you not bring us luck？ I have
heard say that one of them there always does； if it will but settle
down。 Stay with us； you shall have a tilted cart all to yourself
if you like。 We'll make you our little God Almighty； and say our
prayers to you every morning！
MYSELF。 That would be nice； and； if you were to give me plenty of
these things； I should have no objection。 But what would my father
say？ I think he would hardly let me。
MAN。 Why not？ he would be with you； and kindly would we treat him。
Indeed； without your father you would be nothing at all。
MYSELF。 That's true； but I do not think he could be spared from
his regiment。 I have heard him say that they could do nothing
without him。
MAN。 His regiment！ What are you talking about？ … what does the
child mean？
MYSELF。 What do I mean！ … why； that my father is an officer…man at
the barracks yonder； keeping guard over the French prisoners。
MAN。 Oh！ then that sap is not your father？
MYSELF。 W