"He's well, sir," said Mrs. Stuart, heaving a deep sigh.
"Getting on at the works?"
"Yes, sir."
"And a good son to you, Mrs. Stuart?"
"Yes, sir." Mrs. Stuart's tone grew more dubious, and also harder. "I don't complain."
"Have you anything to complain of?"
"He's got his faults," said Mrs. Stuart stiffly.
"Why, yes—he would hardly be human if he had not," said Mr. Wilmot, smiling. "What of his liking for bright little Nancy Dunn?"
Mrs. Stuart's face became grim. All softness and geniality had died out of it.
"She is a good girl, Mrs. Stuart," said the Rector.