“Now I want to ask your opinion. Is my niece in love with anyone?”
“Well, Mr. Fountains, if she is she don't show it.”
“But doesn't she like one man better than another?”
“You may take your oath of that, if we could but get to her mind.”
“Which does she like best, this Hardie or Mr. Talboys? Come, tell me, now.”
“Well, sir, you know Mr. Talboys is an old acquaintance, and like brother and sister at Font Abbey. I do suppose she have been a scare of times alone with him for one, with Mr. Hardie's. That she should take up with a stranger and jilt an old acquaintance, now is it feasible?”
“Why, of course not. It was a foolish question; you are a young woman of sense. Here's a 5 pound note for you. You must not tell I spoke to you.”
“Now is it likely, sir? My character would be broken forever.”
“And you shall be with my niece when she is Mrs. Talboys.”
“I might do worse, sir, and so might she. He is respected far and wide, and a grand house, and a carriage and four, and everything to make a lady comfortable. Your servant, sir, and wishes you many thanks.”