"Yes, my servant."
Caro, regardless of the suet on her hands, hid her face in them.
"Oh, Rose, I can't tell him—I daren't. Why, he turned away Handshut because of you."
"He did not, miss—you're impudent!"
"Well, why shud fäather git shut of the best drover he ever had on his farm, if it äun't——"
"Be quiet! I won't hear such stuff. I'm not going to be a prisoner, and miss my fun just because you and Ben are jealous fools."
"But I daren't tell him where you've agone."
"I dare say you won't have to—I'm not staying out all night."
She laughed one of her coarse screaming laughs, with the additional drawback of mirthlessness; then she went out of the room, leaving Caro sobbing into suety palms.