Veneaty had done this with his eye the moment he saw the rupees on the table, but he said: 'Missis give order, I count.' And count he did, as slowly and deliberately as a child.
'Well,' said the lady, 'is it right?'
'All right,' said Veneaty. 'Missis please take receipt.' Mrs. G. did so, and locked it up in her desk.
She then expected that the houseman would take his departure, but he continued standing at the table without offering to go. Then the lady said: 'What is it now, Veneaty? I see you have something more to say. What is it?'
'I no like to tell Missis; I too much fraiding.'
'But what are you afraid of?' said Mrs. G.
'Missis too much angry if I tell,' returned Veneaty.
'And if I am angry,' said Mrs. G. 'for I suspect what it is you wish to say, I shall not be angry with you.'
'Then I tell; but I too much sorry, not my fault.'
'What you want to say is,' said Mrs. G., 'that you want me to leave the house; is it not?'