"Here, I say, steady! I didn't know it had got to that," he broke in sharply.
"Then who was that girl who came to see you?"
"She's not a girl. If you want to know her age, I'll tell you. She is forty-three—and I'm nineteen. Is it likely I'd be married to a lady old enough to be my mother?"
"Who is she?"
"A very kind lady who has done a lot vor me. Her name is Mrs. Stanley."
"Then she is married!"
"Her husband's been very kind to me too."
"And I suppose you are very fond of her?"
"Well, that's natural, considering what she's done vor me."
"You love her!" cried Nellie, getting out of patience with his coldness.