“I’ll do the best I can,” said Jimmy. “I’ll tell Bridgy to have the breakfast late on her. She does be wanting it at half-past eight.”
“Let her want. If she gets it by half-past nine itself oughtn’t she to be content? There’s many a house where she wouldn’t get it then.”
“Content or not,” said Jimmy heroically, “it’s at half-past nine she’ll have it to-morrow anyway.”
“And after that,” said Patsy, “it could be that the horse might be lame the way she’d have to walk.”
“It could.”
“And if you sent her round by the big gate,” said Patsy, “it would put a couple of miles on her beyond what she’d have to walk if she was to go up through the deer park.”
“It would,” said Jimmy; “but the talk she’ll give after will be terrible to listen to.”
“Don’t tell me. A young lady like her wouldn’t know how to curse.”
“It’s not cursing,” said Jimmy, “but it’s a way she has of speaking that would make you feel as if the rats beyond in the haggard was Christians compared to you.”
“Let her talk.”