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Ditto
for
the
landlady
,
"
Old
Soul
!
"
etc
.
,
etc
.
It
was
a
relief
to
Joseph
’
s
heart
when
the
friendly
signboard
came
in
view
,
and
,
stopping
his
horse
immediately
beneath
it
,
he
proceeded
to
fulfil
an
intention
made
a
long
time
before
.
His
spirits
were
oozing
out
of
him
quite
.
He
turned
the
horse
’
s
head
to
the
green
bank
,
and
entered
the
hostel
for
a
mug
of
ale
.
Going
down
into
the
kitchen
of
the
inn
,
the
floor
of
which
was
a
step
below
the
passage
,
which
in
its
turn
was
a
step
below
the
road
outside
,
what
should
Joseph
see
to
gladden
his
eyes
but
two
copper
-
coloured
discs
,
in
the
form
of
the
countenances
of
Mr
.
Jan
Coggan
and
Mr
.
Mark
Clark
.
These
owners
of
the
two
most
appreciative
throats
in
the
neighbourhood
,
within
the
pale
of
respectability
,
were
now
sitting
face
to
face
over
a
three
-
legged
circular
table
,
having
an
iron
rim
to
keep
cups
and
pots
from
being
accidentally
elbowed
off
;
they
might
have
been
said
to
resemble
the
setting
sun
and
the
full
moon
shining
vis
-
à
-
vis
across
the
globe
.
"
Why
,
’
tis
neighbour
Poorgrass
!
"
said
Mark
Clark
.
"
I
’
m
sure
your
face
don
’
t
praise
your
mistress
’
s
table
,
Joseph
.
"
"
I
’
ve
had
a
very
pale
companion
for
the
last
four
miles
,
"
said
Joseph
,
indulging
in
a
shudder
toned
down
by
resignation
.
"
And
to
speak
the
truth
,
’
twas
beginning
to
tell
upon
me
.
I
assure
ye
,
I
ha
’
n
’
t
seed
the
colour
of
victuals
or
drink
since
breakfast
time
this
morning
,
and
that
was
no
more
than
a
dew
-
bit
afield
.
"
"
Then
drink
,
Joseph
,
and
don
’
t
restrain
yourself
!
"
said
Coggan
,
handing
him
a
hooped
mug
three
-
quarters
full
.
Joseph
drank
for
a
moderately
long
time
,
then
for
a
longer
time
,
saying
,
as
he
lowered
the
jug
,
"
’
Tis
pretty
drinking
—
very
pretty
drinking
,
and
is
more
than
cheerful
on
my
melancholy
errand
,
so
to
speak
it
.
"
"
True
,
drink
is
a
pleasant
delight
,
"
said
Jan
,
as
one
who
repeated
a
truism
so
familiar
to
his
brain
that
he
hardly
noticed
its
passage
over
his
tongue
;
and
,
lifting
the
cup
,
Coggan
tilted
his
head
gradually
backwards
,
with
closed
eyes
,
that
his
expectant
soul
might
not
be
diverted
for
one
instant
from
its
bliss
by
irrelevant
surroundings
.
"
Well
,
I
must
be
on
again
,
"
said
Poorgrass
.
"
Not
but
that
I
should
like
another
nip
with
ye
;
but
the
parish
might
lose
confidence
in
me
if
I
was
seed
here
.
"
"
Where
be
ye
trading
o
’
t
to
to
-
day
,
then
,
Joseph
?
"
