'Far more.'
'You've bin very quick about it.'
'I'm afraid I have.'
'Will you buy me a green gown with yellow roses on?'
'If you like.' He spoke doubtfully, wondering what his mother would think of it.
'And shall we sit down to our dinners at a table with a cloth on like at—' She stopped. She could not tell him about Undern. 'Like the gentry?' she finished.
'Yes, dear.'
'And will you tell that sleepy old lady as lives along, of you—'
('Oh, poor mother!' thought Edward.)
'—Not to stare and stare at me over the top of her spectacles like a cow at a cornfield over the fence?'