“Lives out of town, don’t he, lovey?” said the old woman.
“When he’s at home,” returned Rob; “but we don’t live at home just now.”
“Where then?” asked the old woman.
“Lodgings; up near Mr Dombey’s,” returned Rob.
The younger woman fixed her eyes so searchingly upon him, and so suddenly, that Rob was quite confounded, and offered the glass again, but with no more effect upon her than before.
“Mr Dombey—you and I used to talk about him, sometimes, you know,” said Rob to Mrs Brown. “You used to get me to talk about him.”
The old woman nodded.
“Well, Mr Dombey, he’s had a fall from his horse,” said Rob, unwillingly; “and my master has to be up there, more than usual, either with him, or Mrs Dombey, or some of ’em; and so we’ve come to town.”
“Are they good friends, lovey?” asked the old woman.
“Who?” retorted Rob.