"Wouldn't they?"
"Never! She has a way with her just as though she didn't care for silk purses. And it's my mind, sir, that she don't. She wishes, however, to be uppermost, and if she had come here she'd have said so."
"That can never be. Thank God, that can never be!"
"Oh, no! Brewers is brewers, and must be. There's Mr. Joe—He's very well, no doubt."
"I haven't the pleasure of his acquaintance."
"Him as is to marry Miss Molly. But Miss Molly ain't the head of the family; is she, sir?" Here the squire shook his head. "You're the head of the family, sir."
"I suppose so."
"And is—I might make so bold as to speak?"
"Go on, Matthew."
"Miss Thoroughbung would be a little out of place at Buston Hall. Now, as to Miss Puffle—"