'Oh, miss, Mr Gustie gave me a kiss.'
'Well?'
'Yes, and a 'alf-crown.'
'Where, and when, and what for?'
'In your budd-oyre, miss, soon's you were gone, not to tell he stole your letter from dear Master Antony.'
'But I found the letter on the table where I left it.'
'Yes, miss, cause master hisself put it there.'
'Did my cousin, Mr Robb, give it to father?'
'That he did. I see'd him with these beautiful eyes, as Mr Gustie called 'em. And I 'eard all 'e said, and master too.'
'Ah! Polly, never mind; but I'm afraid you have neither earned your kiss nor your half-crown. There's a dress of mine, Polly, you can have for the servants' ball next month. It only wants altering.'