“Did he? Oh, I know! It was when master’s knuckles was all cut.”
“That’s right, Dally. I was in the wood and see it all, but I never said a word till now. And don’t you. I thought it was all over between young Tom and pretty Miss up at the Rect’ry.”
“But it isn’t all over, gran’fa, and I won’t have it. They shan’t meet. I’ll tear her eyes out first. Nice one she is to lecture me!”
“You wait till doctor finds it out, if he’s courting Leo Salis. He’ll half kill Tom Candlish.”
“But I don’t want him half killed,” cried Dally. “Yes I do; it’ll bring him to his senses, and when he’s ill I can go and give him a bit of my mind.”
“Ah, to be sure; so you can, my pretty.”
“I’ll let him know. He shall marry me, that he shall.”
“Ay, so he shall, Dally.”
“And you’ll help me, gran’fa?”
“Of course I will, my pretty.”