"If you're not satisfied search the house."
"I'll take your word. Who's your friend? You wouldn't lift your little
finger to save a stranger."
"Who's the girl?" Sally parried in a flash. "What's she like?"
Rofflash had sharp wits. Cunning was part of his trade.
"Ho ho," he thought. "Sits the wind in that quarter? I'll steer
accordingly."
"The girl? As tempting as Venus and a good deal livelier, I'll swear.
'Faith, she's one worth fighting for. I'll do her gallant justice. If
he's as handy with his blade as he is with his fists he'll be a pretty
swordsman. He'll need all he knows, though," added Rofflash darkly,
"when I meet him."
"Yes, when!" echoed Sally sarcastically. "You'll get no help from me."
"What! Sally Salisbury handing over the man she fancies to another
woman? Is the world coming to an end?"
Rofflash burst into a jeering laugh. It irritated Sally beyond endurance
as he intended it should. But it did not provoke the reply he hoped for.
"Mind your own business," she snapped.
"Why, that's what I'm doing and _my_ business is _yours_. But if you're
fool enough to chuck away a handful of guineas, why do it. All I can say
is that _my_ man would give you anything you like to ask if you'd open
your mouth and tell him where _your_ man is."
"Then I won't. That's my answer, Jeremy Rofflash. Put it in your pipe
and smoke it."
Rofflash made her a profound bow and smiled mockingly.
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