"I've said nothing all along,—just to oblige you, Felix. I must say something. A girl has got herself to mind. What have you got to say to me, Felix?"
He was silent for about a minute, meditating his answer. "If you bother me I shall cut it, you know."
"Cut it!"
"Yes;—cut it. Can't you wait till I am ready to say something?"
"Waiting will be the ruin o' me, if I wait much longer. Where am I to go, if Mrs. Pipkin won't have me no more?"
"I'll find a place for you."
"You find a place! No; that won't do. I've told you all that before. I'd sooner go into service, or—"
"Go back to John Crumb."
"John Crumb has more respect for me nor you. He'd make me his wife to-morrow, and only be too happy."
"I didn't tell you to come away from him," said Sir Felix.