The Squire crossed to the chimney-piece, eyeing Prudence with much approval. He said pleasantly:
“Don’t let me disturb you, my dear. Bless me! Your skirts have come down and your hair’s gone up.”
Prudence curtsied.
“If you please, Sir Geoffrey.”
“Well, well, the flight of Time does not please me. How’s your good mother, Prudence?”
“Very nicely, Sir Geoffrey.”
The Squire nodded his massive head.
“Healthy family, you Rockleys. Most of my people, thank the Lord! are healthy.” Alfred grinned acquiescence. “What the doose are you grinnin’ at?”
“I beg pardon, Sir Geoffrey.”
“I like grins. A good grin is worth money to any young man. Speak up, sir! Always share a joke with a friend. I hope, b’ Jove! you regard me as a friend?”