"And last Christmas he gave me a scented sashy from the shop."
"Never—anything else?"
"Never anything else." She smiled subtly. "I wouldn't let 'im."
"Well, well. And I suppose you consider Mr. Robinson a better dressed man than I am?"
"Yes, he was always a beautiful dresser. He makes it what you might call 'is hobby."
"Of course Mr. Robinson wants you to marry him?"
"Yes. Leastways he says so."
"And I suppose your uncle and aunt want you to marry him?"
"They were more for it than I was."
"Rose—he's got a bigger income than I have."