“I know the Mr. Freeland at Joyfields. He's a good gentleman, too.”
“Yes, he is. I wonder I don't know you.”
“I'm not much about, owin' to my leg. It's my grand-daughter in service here, I come to see.”
“Oh, yes! What is her name?”
“Gaunt her name is.”
“I shouldn't know her by her surname.”
“Alice.”
“Ah! in the kitchen; a nice, pretty girl. I hope you're not in trouble.”
Again the old man was silent, and again spoke suddenly:
“That's as you look at it, m'm,” he said. “I've got a matter of a few words to have with her about the family. Her father he couldn't come, so I come instead.”