“I mean, sir, as ’tis nowise sup-rising you should notice, seeing as I’ve noticed as your honour notices—I mean that she notices—that she an’ your honour seem to take a powerful sight o’ notice of each other, sir.”
“Aye, we do, Bob.”
“No offence, your honour?”
“None in the world, Bob.”
“But, y’ see, sir, there’s others has noticed and a-noticing same—daily, your honour.”
“Who, Robert?”
“Well, there’s Peter Bunkle for one, there’s nothing as he don’t notice! And old Mr. Dumbrell, he talks o’ nothing else, lately.”
“Ah, he tells you that I am ‘sweet on her,’ I suppose?”
“Con-stantly, sir!”