"Dear!" said the buxom lass, "was you coming for me to-night to know?"
Adrian rebuked her: for her bad grammar, apparently.
"'Cause I can't stop out long to-night," Molly explained, taking the rebuke to refer altogether to her bad grammar.
"You may go in when you please, miss. Is that any one coming? Come here in the shade."
"Now, get along!" said Miss Molly.
Adrian spoke with resolution. "Listen to me, Molly Davenport!" He put a coin in her hand, which had a medical effect in calming her to attention. "I want to know whether you have seen him at all?"
"Who? Your young gentleman? I sh'd think I did. I seen him to-night only. Ain't he grooved handsome. He's al'ays about Beltharp now. It ain't to fire no more ricks. He's afire 'unself. Ain't you seen 'em together? He's after the missis"—
Adrian requested Miss Davenport to be respectful, and confine herself to particulars. This buxom lass then told him that her young missis and Adrian's young gentleman were a pretty couple, and met one another every night. The girl swore for their innocence.
"As for Miss Lucy, she haven't a bit of art in her, nor have he."
"They're all nature, I suppose," said Adrian. "How is it I don't see her at church?"