“To the one man I have seen who may govern her.”
“Oh, gracious goodness me, my lady! And who can ever that be, your ladyship, pray?”
“One who, I think, may teach her happiness.”
“Yes, your Grace, but O my lady—who?”
“A man, Betty.”
“Yes, my lady, I guessed as much, mem, but——”
“A man she is head over ears in love with already, poor child!”
“My lady—in love, mem! And never told me! O mem! Oh, goodness gracious alive!... O your Grace—who?”
“Don’t be inquisitive, Mrs. Betty. There, run away, child.”