Bloom. (moving the flower-pot) There, now: but, Honor, keep your eyes on my lady, never turn your head, and keep your hands always afore you, as I show you. Ma’am, she’ll larn manners in time—Lon’on was not built in a day. It i’n’t to be expected of she!
Mrs. Carv. It is not to be expected indeed that she should learn every thing at once; so one thing at a time, good Bloomsbury, and one person at a time. Leave Honor to me for the present.
Bloom. Certainly, ma’am; I beg pardon—I was only saying—
Mrs. Carv. Since it is, it seems, necessary, my good girl, that you should leave home, I am glad that you are not too proud to go into service.
Honor. Oh! into your service, ma’am,—I’d be too proud if you’d be kind enough to accept me.
Mrs. Carv. Then as to wages, what do you expect?
Honor. Any thing at all you please, ma’am.
Bloom. (pressing down her shoulder) And where’s your curtsy? We shall bring these Irish knees into training by and by, I hopes.
Honor. I’m awk’ard and strange, ma’am—I never was from home afore.
Mrs. Carv. Poor girl—we shall agree very well, I hope.