And he went on like a beast, as he is! I hate him!' 'Oh no, not a bit of it!' said Jane, seeing the opportunity for a transition to jest.
'I do! And you may go upstairs and tell him so.' 'All right; I will.' Jane ran upstairs and knocked at the door of the parlour.

A gruff voice bade her enter, but the room was nearly in darkness.
'Will you have a light, Mr.Byass ?' 'No--thank you.' 'Mr.Byass, Mrs.Byass says I'm to say she hates you.' 'All right.

Tell her I've known it a long time.

She needn't trouble about me; I'm going out to enjoy myself.' Jane ran back to the kitchen.
'Mr.Byass says he's known it a long time,' she reported, with much gravity.

'And he's going out to enjoy himself.' Bessie remained mute.
'What message shall I take back, Mrs.Byass ?' 'Tell him if he dares to leave the house, I'll go to mother's the first thing to-morrow, and let them know how he's treating me.' 'Tell her,' was Mr.Byass's reply, 'that I don't see what it matters to her whether I'm at home or away.