“Go along wi’ ye—do.”
“Well, I’ve sed it, and mean to stick to it. He’s no good—I be sartin sure of that. His ways are not like those of an honest man.”
“Kitty, for shame!”
“Ye mayn’t loike to hear it, ’cause you and master be taken so much up wi’ him; but it don’t alter my opinion.”
“Nobody asked you for your opinion. Go away and attend to your business.”
Kitty left, but she was heard muttering to herself in the wash-house for some time after this.
Contrary to his usual custom, Mr. Fortescue sat up till late that night reading.
His candle died out in the socket, he had no matches in his pocket, and was, therefore, obliged to feel his way up in the dark.
As he passed Kitty’s door he saw a light shining through the keyhole.
This he thought was a strange circumstance, and urged by curiosity more natural than refined he bent his head and peeped in.