“Why, Moredock?”
“Because I don’t think you looks arter her morals as you should. ‘Send her to me, Moredock,’ you says, ‘and me and the young ladies will take every care on her.’”
“I did, Moredock; and we have.”
“Nay, you haven’t, sir; or else she wouldn’t go on as she do.”
“What do you mean, man?”
“Along o’ young Tom Candlish, squire’s brother, sir.”
“Is this true?”
“True, sir? Course it is. Don’t I say so? I’ve ketched ’em together over and over again.”
“Tut—tut—tut! this must be stopped,” cried Salis angrily. “Did you speak to him?”
“Ay, I spoke to him.”