Chapter 58

‘What?’ cried Jonathan, so loudly that the cat leapt right across the kitchen. ‘What? Not go to the wedding? Not go to the supper? Laws! Laws! What’s come to thy poor head? Why, man, there’ll be yer bellyful three times over! At Lovekin’s in the morning; agen at Lovekin’s for tea; and then at the “Naked Wench” for supper. Beef and mutton and good ale, and plenty of old tales—for there’s nought like a drop of beer to loosen the tales in the old men’s heads—out they come like birds from cages!’ ‘Now, my dear!’ Mrs. M…