"Going round wi' the bread—that's him a-whistling. He'm fair mazed, Mr. George."
"Who is to take care of the house?"
"I'll lock it up and take the keys away wi' me. Why shouldn't us go? No one won't go near the house, wi' you and policeman about."
"I think you ought to wait until Miss Yard comes back," said George, who knew enough about women to be aware how the spirit of opposition acts upon them.
"And lose our holiday! The only real holiday we've had, and the chance to see my folks again. Not likely, Mr. George! If we don't go tomorrow, master will ask vor them three sovereigns back again. How did you manage to find out he'd been left all this money?"
"I was talking with him yesterday and—it just slipped out. You will hear more when you come back."
"I'll make Robert ask 'en vor a rise. How long be you staying, Mr. George?"
"I might be here when you return or, on the other hand, I might go tomorrow. Do you want me to take charge of the keys?"
"Somebody ought to go in and open the windows."
"I don't mind doing you a favour. If I'm called away I will leave the keys with Mrs. Dyer."