"She's ashamed of it," said Kezia.
"Perhaps Mr. George'll go and send her off," suggested Bessie.
"Who are you talking about?" asked Nellie impatiently.
"The wench from Black Anchor. She ain't no more than a child, but the way her stared on us wur awful."
"Sent a shiver through me—so bold and daring!" Kezia added.
"Miss Teenie, is it?" George muttered. "Sit down, Nellie; I'll go and talk to her."
"I can do my own business, thanks," said Nellie, going towards the door.
"I'll come with you anyhow," he said.
"You will do nothing of the kind," replied the young lady coldly.
Out she went, while Miss Yard stood trembling on the hearthrug, and Bessie listened at the keyhole, and Kezia sniffed beside the window. George was trying to persuade himself that no young woman would venture to trifle with his noble nature.