midday
Thou art indifferent comely , girl , what 's thy name ? but not the peer of thy mother when I wooed her as one of the bonny lasses of Bruges . '' He gave a kind of embrace , while she gave a kind of gasp of `` Welcome , sir , '' and glanced somewhat reproachfully at Stephen for not having given her more warning . The cause of her dismay was plain as the Captain , giving her no time to precede him , strode into the little chamber , where Hal Randall , without his false beard or hair , and in his parti-coloured hose , was seated by the cupboard-like bed , assisting old Martin Fulford to take his midday meal . `` Be this thine husband , girl ? Ha ! ha !