When Jane this brief appeal t’her father made—
“Pray tell me, father, why you seem so sad;
Oh! was it wrong to take it from the lad?
Forgive me, father, if I’ve done amiss:
He only press’d my hand and gave a kiss!”
Then George was comforted, and sped along,
Humming a kind of bass to Janie’s song;
But still he labour’d on in deep suspense—
Assur’d of this—that it would give offence
To all the folks[173] at Westonbury Hall;