“Jane, my girl, do you want to lose your place?”
“No, Sir Hilton. I’m very sorry, Sir Hilton—I—”
“Let him kiss you?”
“Oh, Sir Hilton!”
“Don’t deny it! Saw more. You gave him one. Now, look here, both of you. You, Jane, are a very nice, respectable girl, and I like you. Mark, here, is a very good fellow, and if some time you two think of getting married, I don’t say I will not give you both a hundred pounds to start life with—”
“Oh, Sir Hilton!”
“If I’ve got it. But no more of this. It looks bad, and is not respectful to your employers. You both know, I suppose, that if her ladyship saw half what I noted just now you would be dismissed, Jane, and I’m afraid, Mark, I should have to part with you.”
“I beg—”
“That will do—not another word. Breakfast, Jane—quick, please.”
“Yes, Sir Hilton!” and Jane drew a breath full of relief, as she hurried through the door.