“Even a servant can do what is right,” answered the girl.
“’T is not a question of right, ’t is one of expediency,” replied the bondsman. “A year at court, Miss Janice, would teach you that in this world ’t is of monstrous importance to know when to bow."
“What do you know of court?” exclaimed Janice.
“Very little,” confessed the man. “But I know it teaches one good lesson in life,—that of submission,—and an important thing ’t is to learn.”
“I only bow to those whom I know to be my superiors,” said Janice, with her head held very erect.
“’T is an easy way for you to avoid bowing,” asserted the groom, smiling.
Again Janice sought a change of subject by saying, “Think you that is why we are being spied upon?”
“Spied?” questioned the bondsman.
“Last week dadda thought he saw a face one evening at the parlour window, and two nights ago I looked up suddenly and saw—Well, mommy said ’t was only vapours, but I know I saw something.”
The servant turned his face away from Janice, and coughed. Then he replied, “Perhaps ’t was some one watching you. Didst make no attempt to find him?”