"No, I don't think you will; but why have you brought me here to-night?"
"Because I want to tell ee summin, my deer. Ah, Maaster Roger, tes terrible fur theer to be favourites in a house."
I was silent.
"They say how maaster is maaster; tedn't allays so, my deer. Missus es maaster sometimes. They say I'm a witch, my deer, do'ant um? I read the Bible, Maaster Roger. Iss, an ould woman like me, and theer I've seed that Isaac loved Esau best, and 'Becca, she loved Jacob best. Well, who got off best, my deer, hi? Iss, my deer, and they was twins, they both had wawn mawther."
"What do you mean?"
"I main that Maaster Roger'll have to be keerful, my deer. Ah, theer's jillusy in curious plaaces."
"I don't at all understand what you mean."
"No, but you will, my deer. Do'ee mind what I zed to 'ee 'esterday arternoon, dedn't I tell 'ee as 'ow you'd git nothin' but black looks for all yer explainin'?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Well, ded 'ee un. Was ould Debrah right or wrong?"