"Your mistress, Amelia?" said Otho; "she is better disposed to-day, I hope."
"She's fine and wisht," replied the girl. "She do set and mope oall day long. She've bin worse to-day."
"Ah! Do you know why?"
"She seed Maaster John Polperro go way laast night."
Otho uttered a curse.
"She's so loanly, she've nothing to do. She've no books to raid, nor nothin'."
"Tell her I'll go to Rosecarrick this night and bring some for her. I'll take them to her."
"She waan't see 'ee, Maaster Otho," replied the girl earnestly; "but p'r'aps it would soffen 'er ef you wos to git 'er somethin' to raid. And, Maaster Otho."
"Yes, what is it?"
"I wish you would laive me go ovver to Church Town to-night. I waant to see Jennifer, my sister."