"Well, my good girl."
"I have something to say, something that worries me dreadfully; are you listening?"
"Yes, child."
"It is about mistress. Don't you see how dreadfully thin she is getting? You can almost look through her hand."
"Yes, Lottie, it makes my heart ache to think of it. Have you any idea of the cause?"
"He don't visit her much now."
"You have noticed it, you—"
"I count the minutes every day."
"This might vex her, but not to the extent that seems so visible."
"No, there is something else. I cannot understand it; but wait awhile, Miss Hyde, I'm on hand."