than in it.  But still the young man was his cousin and a Carbury, and to such a one as John Crumb he was bound to defend any member of his family as far as he might be defensible.  ’They says as how he was groping about Sheep’s Acre when he was last here, a hiding himself and skulking behind hedges.  Drat ’em all.  They’ve gals enough of their own,—­them fellows.  Why can’t they let a fellow alone?  I’ll do him a mischief, Master Roger; I wull;—­if he’s had a hand in this.’  Poor John Crumb!  When he had his mistress to win he could find no words for himself; but was obliged to take an eloquent baker with him to...