Another tug at the oars to show it. “No,” she continues, speaking between the plunges, “I want no protector—at least not yet—nor for a long while.”
“But there’s one wants you,” says the companion, accompanying her words with an interrogative glance. “And soon—soon as he can have you.”
“Indeed! I suppose you mean Master George Shenstone. Have I hit the nail upon the head?”
“You have.”
“Well; what of him?”
“Only that everybody observes his attentions to you.”
“Everybody is a very busy body. Being so observant, I wonder if this everybody has also observed how I receive them?”
“Indeed, yes.”
“How then?”
“With favour. ’Tis said you think highly of him.”