CHAPTER XXVI. JOHN IS DRAINED AND CAST ASIDE
His lordship was busy with some letters, and did not look up for a minute or two, although he knew that I was there. Meanwhile I stood waiting to make my bow; afraid to begin upon him, and wondering at his great bull-head. Then he closed his letters, well-pleased with their import, and fixed his bold broad stare on me, as if I were an oyster opened, and he would know how fresh I was.
"May it please your worship," I said, "here I am according to order, awaiting your good pleasure."
"Thou art made to weight, John, more than order. How much dost thou tip the scales to?"
"Only twelvescore pounds, my lord, when I be in wrestling trim. And sure I must have lost weight here, fretting so long in London."
"Ha, ha! Much fret is there in thee! Hath Hi
