“That’s yer sort for me, sir. I call that real English.”
“And he’d be clever enough, if put to the test. But he’s well-off, and takes life easily. You’ve got a good master, Jerry; and you know it.”
“I do, Dick Smithson; and I want him to know he’s got a good servant.”
“Oh, he’ll find that out, Jerry. Yes! you were going to say something?”
“I were, sir—I mean Dick Smithson. Did you know as he was friends with your cousin?”
“No, surely not!”
“Fact, sir. He come to Mr Lacey’s quarters this morning. I was sewing on buttons in the next room, and couldn’t help hearing something about odds; and that set me up sharp, for I knows what odds mean—no one better.”
“But you shouldn’t have listened.”
“I didn’t, Dick Smithson; but I heered enough to show as S’Mark—I—I beg your pardon.”
Dick started; but he said nothing, and Jerry went on.