While these words were being uttered, Jael, who did not miss a syllable, began to look very, very slowly round with scared and troubled eyes, and to defend herself. “I remember naught,” said she, doggedly. “Who took me out?”
“Mr. Raby.”
She looked timidly at him, and saw his wet clothes.
“Oh, squire, why did you spoil your clothes for me?” and she laid her head on his knee and began to cry.
“My clothes!” said Raby. “The girl wants to break my heart.”
“Eh, dear! and I've spoiled the beautiful carpet,” said Jael, piteously.
“D—n the carpet!” said Raby, nearly blubbering.
All this time Amboyne was putting himself in Jael's Dence's place.
“Is there a good fire in her room?” asked he, with a significant look.
Raby took the hint, and said he would go and see.