"
"Next time!" cried Drake, half blubbering; then, with a sudden roar,
"what, be you coming to market again, arter this?"
"Like enough: he is a deal older than I be. 'Tis Mr. Meyrick, if ye
must know."
Now Mr. Meyrick was well-to-do, and so Drake was taken aback.
"Mr. Meyrick!" said he, and turned suddenly respectful.
But presently a view of a rich widow flitted before his eye.
"Well," said he, "you shan't throw it in my teeth again as I speak too
late. I ask you now, and no time lost."
"What! am I to stop my banns, and jilt Farmer Meyrick for _thee?"_
"Nay, nay. But I mean I'll marry you, if you'll marry me, as soon as
ever the breath is out of that dall'd old hunks's body."
"Well, well, Will Drake," said Mary, gravely, "if I do outlive this
one--and you bain't married long afore--and if you keeps in the same
mind as you be now--and lets me know it in good time--I'll see about
it."
She gave a flounce that made her petticoats whisk like a mare's tail,
and off to the kitchen, where she related the dialogue with an
appropriate reflection, the company containing several of either sex.
"Dilly-Dally and Shilly-Shally, they belongs to us as women be. I hate
and despise a man as can't make up his mind in half a minnut."
So the widow Gosport became Mrs.
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