“No, I don’t. Nothin’ but potatoes, more’s the pity.”
“But you might learn.”
“I’d try hard, ma’am. Be sure o’ that. But I can’t tell how ’twould do.”
Mrs. Walters prided herself on her accurate reading of people, and, to do her justice, she was generally aware of the sufficiently obvious.
“I think you are honest,” she said, looking hard at him.
Poor George thought of many things and became crimson.
She noticed his extreme confusion.
“Perhaps you have not always been so,” she observed.
“No, I’ve not,” he replied, looking down at his boots.