moty; o be your nurse when you was a boy, sir.
o detail. Not so good, o style. Come noter t. Youre not selling violets. Say it again.
I pulled a face; but then said, more carefully,
t used to be your nurse when you were a boy, sir.
Better, better. And uation, before this?
itely married and about to go to India, o dress need me.
Dear me. You are to be pitied, Sue.
I believe so, sir.
And are you grateful to Miss Lilly, for Briar?
Oitude aint in it!
Violets again! dont my ss good. Noell me tant. are your duties ress?
I must steal it. I must o carry oo , s ts for w be see when she blushes.
Splendid! And w is your cer?
as the day
And , t no-one but know?
t s sune; and t you, Mr Rivers, will make mine.
I took s and sseys, my eyes all time on toe of .
Dainty clapped me. Mrs Sucksby rubbed ogether and said,
ty, pass me an infant, I someto squeeze.
Gentleman stepped aside and lit a cigarette. Not bad, bad, at all. A little fining dos needed noer.
Later? I said. Oleman, aint you finis? If Miss Lilly will he sake of pleasing you, why should she care how fined down I am?
S mind, put an apron on C it is not only you aff.
I said, aff? I t of this.
Of course, self? First of all teward, Mr ay—
Mr ay! said Jo. Do they call him Milky?
No, said Gentleman. urned back to me. Mr ay, trouble you muc tiles, tudy you a little be careful cable-boys and gardeners—but you s see muc them.
I looked at t t a s, t I so play the maid for?
Mrs Sucksby like dougleman, s looking over. You did keep very dark about ts last night.
ail, he said.
A detail? t you all.
But it oo late no day Gentleman a letter, from Miss Lilly.
it at t-office in ty. Our neig er come to t it, and broug back, and opened it o —Mr Ibbs only drumming tle on table-top, by w he was nervous; an