“Ye take too much care o’ me, mother.”
“Nonsense, Jack. Ye’ve had a hard day’s work o’t. But ye hain’t told me what the Captain tooked ye out for, nor where ye went down the river. How far?”
“Only as far as Llangorren Court.”
“But there be new people there now, ye sayed?”
“Yes; the Murdocks. Bad lot both man an’ wife, though he wor the cousin o’ the good young lady as be gone.”
“Sure, then, the Captain han’t been to visit them?”
“No, not likely. He an’t the kind to consort wi’ such as they, for all o’ their bein’ big folks now.”
“But there were other ladies livin’ at Llangorren. What ha’ become o’ they?”
“They ha’ gone to another house somewhere down the river—a smaller one it’s sayed. The old lady as wor Miss Wynn’s aunt ha’ money o’ her own, an’ the other be livin’ ’long wi’ her. For the rest there’s been a clean out—all the sarvints sent about their business; the only one kep’ bein’ a French girl who wor lady’s-maid to the old mistress—that’s the aunt. She’s now the same to the new one, who be French, like herself.”
“Where ha’ ye heerd all this, Jack?”