“I know you never approved, Mrs. Brown.”
“No, sir, ’cause I knows my place. Lord, sir, ye’d hev been miserable and my poor girl too.”
“Not through any fault of mine, Mrs. Brown.”
“No, sir; perhaps not. But miserable ye’d both hev bin. We’ll allus remember ye kindly, sir, and I ’opes as ye’ll still send us yer linen.”
“Certainly, certainly. I shall always be your friend. Pray take those sovereigns.”
“No, sir; let ’em lie. And might I be so bold as to ask hev ye took up your ’eritance, sir?”
“My cousin’s fortune? No, I have refused it.”
“Lord, sir! That’s a real right-down pity.”
“I do not see it so, Mrs. Brown.”
“Well, sir, a gent as wears such shirts as you shouldn’t quarrel with his bread and butter——”