‘Well, and you lives with her and she looks after you?’
‘Yes.’
‘And she’s fond of you, maybe?’
‘Oh, yes.’
‘That’s a marcy; well then, my dear, you shall go back in the cart to Letherhead, and you’ll catch the Darkin coach to London.’
‘You have been very good to me; what have I to pay you?’
‘Pay? Nothing! why, if I was to let you pay, it would just look as if I’d trapped you here to get something out of you. Pay! no, not a penny.’
‘I can afford very well to pay, but if it vexes you I will not offer anything. I don’t know how to thank you enough.’
Madge took Mrs Caffyn’s hand in hers and pressed it firmly.
‘Besides, my dear,’ said Mrs Caffyn, smoothing the sheets a little, ‘you won’t mind my saying it, I expex you are in trouble. There’s something on your mind, and I believe as I knows pretty well what it is.’