but the dregs of the old cask of Malmsey, that was drunk up at the
old squire's burying."

"Hush, hush, Deb," returned the boy; "fill it up with water, and it
will be quite good enough for those who won't drink the King's
health."

Deborah gave a half-puzzled smile. "Ye're a madcap, Master Walter!
But sure, Sir, the spirit of a wolf must have possessed Mistress
Rose--she that eats no supper at all, in general! D'ye think it is
wearying about Master Edmund that gives her a craving?"

It might be dangerous, but Walter was so much diverted, that he could
not help saying, "I have no doubt it is on his account."

"I know," said Deborah, "that I get so faint at heart that I am
forced to be taking something all day long to keep about at all!"

By this time they were re-entering the hall, when there was a sound
from the kitchen as of someone calling. Deborah instantly turned,
screaming out joyfully, "Bless me! is it you?" and though out of
sight, her voice was still heard in its high notes of joy. "You
good-for-nothing rogue! are you turned up again like a bad tester,
staring into the kitchen like a great oaf, as you be?"

There was a general laugh, and Eleanor said, "That must be Diggory."

"A poor country clown," said Lady Woodley, "whom we sent to join my
son's troop. I hope he is in no danger."