“And you have seen, sir, how uncertain everything is—even the crops.”
“Wheat be vine to year.”
“Well, even your mill-wheel stops sometimes from accidents, I suppose.”
“Aw, a’ reckon ull last my time. Wull ee drenk?”
“No, thank you. The fact is I’m anxious to warn you about betting on Mr Browne’s horse. He is upright—but—”
“Hum!”
In the depths of his beehive chair the glitter of the old man’s grey eye was not observed by Felix.
“As you cannot get about and see for yourself, it seemed my duty to say something—for Miss Fisher’s sake.”
“Aw!” ominously low and deep.
“I say for Miss Fisher’s sake, because I am in hopes, with your permission, to visit her as her—her future husband, and as I am sure her happiness and—”