“Going to let him marry you, Dally?”
“I should think not, indeed! What nonsense, gran’fa.”
“Well, what have you come for, eh? How’s squire?”
“Getting nearly well again.”
“Is he? How do you know? Were you going up to Hall night afore last?”
“N—”
“Yes, you were, Dally,” said the old man, with a chuckle. “You needn’t tell a lie. I know. I often see you when you don’t know. You was going up to Hall.”
“Well, then, I was,” said Dally defiantly, “and I don’t care who knows.”
“’Cept Miss Leo, eh?”
The old man chuckled hugely, and rubbed his hands.