"He's got a good many friends," he said.
"Aye," she answered. "He's a noice chap. Most o' folk tak' to him. Theer's Mr. Ffrench now and her."
"He goes there pretty often?"
"Aye, oftener than he goes any wheer else. They mak' as mich o' him as if he wur a gentleman."
"Did he tell you that?"
"Nay," she answered. "He does na talk mich about it. I've fun it out fro' them as knows."
Then a new idea presented itself to her.
"What does tha want to know fur?" she demanded with unceremonious candor.
He did not tell her why. He gave no notice to her question save by turning away from the fire suddenly and asking her another.
"What does he say about her?"