"What gentleman?"
"You know well."
Tom had not an idea, but could not well say so. He therefore poked the fire again, and said, "Go on, miss; I'm listening."
She did not go on, however, for some time, and then it was to say—
"My name is Anne Evans. What may your name be?"
"Can't tell that. I left my name at home," said Tom, mysteriously.
"Won't tell?"
"Can't."
"I'm only by the month. Come in just a week to-morrow," observed Anne Evans.
"They'll not part with you in a month, Miss Evans. No; they has some taste and feelin' among them. I wouldn't wonder if you was here for ever!" said Tom, with enthusiasm; "and what's this place, miss—this house I mean—whose house is it?"