"Come, my pretty nurse, and kiss me for my song."
"I should not have thought of that, Mr Halliday," answered Jenny, with a look and tone expressing just the necessary degree of contempt at the proposal, "and, I'se assure ye, ye'll hae but little o' my company unless ye shew gentler havings—It was na to hear that sort o' nonsense that brought me here wi' my friend, and ye should think shame o' yoursel, 'at should ye.”
"Umph! and what sort of nonsense did bring you here then, Mrs Dennison?"
"My kinswoman has some particular business with your prisoner, young Mr Harry Morton, and I am come wi' her to speak till him."
"The devil you are," answered the centinel; "and pray, Mrs Dennison, how do your kinswoman and you propose to get in? You are rather too plump to whisk through a key-hole, and opening the door is a thing not to be spoke of."
