“Come and sit beside me on that seat!” she coaxed.
“Take a chill! Better go back!”
“We will directly. It is so warm that I am sure it can do us no harm to sit for a few minutes in the sun. There! You see how pleasant it is! Pray don’t be afraid to confide in me! I would like so much to be able to help you. What is her name?”
“Hannah.”
“Hannah! Well—well, that is a very pretty name, I am sure! And her other name?”
“Plymstock. That’s her brother’s name,” said his lordship, making the matter plain. “Lives with him. Lives with his wife, too. Mrs. Plymstock. Don’t like her. Don’t like Plymstock either.” He reflected for a moment. “Or the children,” he said.
“Why don’t you like Mr. Plymstock?” asked Kitty, rather taken aback.
“He’s a Cit,” replied his lordship simply.
“Oh, dear! But perhaps he is perfectly respectable!”
“No, he ain’t. He’s a Revolutionary.”