“Dunscomb is certainly my name—though I have not the pleasure of knowing yours.”
“I haven’t got any name. They may ask me from morning to night, and I won’t tell. She won’t let me.”
“By she, you again mean Mrs. Horton, I suppose?”
“No I don’t. Mrs. Horton’s a good woman; she gives me victuals and drink.”
“Tell us whom you do mean, then.”
“Won’t you tell?”
“Not unless it be improper to keep the secret. Who is this she?”
“Why, she.”
“Ay, but who?”
“Mary Monson. If you’re the great lawyer from York, and they say you be, you must know all about Mary Monson.”