"A fact. What was it?"
"I said that my people and myself were no end of keen on seeing you again and that we wanted you to come down and stay."
"You told him that?"
"One day in the market-place at Melkbridge. Afterwards, I often asked about you, if he knew your address and all that; but I never got anything out of him."
"But he knew all the time where I was. I don't understand."
"Little Mavis is very young."
"That's right: insult me," she laughed.
"Those sort of people with a marriageable daughter aren't going to handicap their chances by having sweet Mavis about the house."
"People aren't really like that!"
"Not a bit; they're as artless as you. My dear little Mavis, one 'ud think you'd never left the nursery."