Well, you see, ’Annah, the kitchen took humbrage at your marryin’ a policeman at Durnstone. It was regarded as a messyliance.
Hannah.
Well, now Mr. Topping’s got the appointment of Head Constable at St. Marvells, what’s that regarded as?
Blore.
A rise on the scales, ’Annah, a decided rise—but still you’ve honly been a week in St. Marvells and you’ve got to fight your way hup.
Hannah.
I think I’m as hup as ever I’m like to be.
Blore.
’Owever, Jane and Sarah and Willis the stable boy ’ave hunbent so far as to hask me to leave their cards, knowin’ I was a callin’.
[He produces from an old leather pocket-book three very dirty pieces of paste-board, which he gives to Hannah.