'No, I must come to you first, Miss,' answered he, 'for that's what they come upon next. But mayhap I must not tell?'
'O yes, you may;' said she, growing a little apprehensive of some affront, but determined not to seem hurt by it; 'I am very indifferent to any thing they can say of me, assure yourself!'
'Why, I suppose, says they, this Latin master studies chiefly with the governess?—They'd study fisty-cuffs I believe, if they did, says I, for she hates him like poison; and there's no great love lost between them.'
'And what right had you to say that, Mr. Jacob? I did not ask what you said. Not that I care, I promise you!'
'Why, some how, they got it all out; they were so merry and so full of their fun, I could not be behind hand. But I hope no offence?'
'O dear no! I'm sure it's not worth while.'
'They said worse than I did,' resumed Jacob, 'by a deal; they said, says they, she looks duced crabbed—she looks just as if she was always eating a sour apple, says the lady; she looks—'
'Well, well, I don't want to hear any more of their opinions. I may look as I please I hope. I hate such gossiping.'
'So then they said, pray does Miss Camilla learn? says they;—Lord love her, no! says I.'
'And what said they to that?' cried Edgar.