A prudent man in the face of such tempers, Gammon sat down without speaking, and fell to on the viands which Mrs.Bubb--also silent--set before him.

In a minute or two, having got rid of Moggie and closed the kitchen door, Mrs.Bubb came near and addressed him in a subdued voice.
"What d'you think?
It's her uncle! It's Clover!" "Eh?
What is ?" "Why, it's him as 'as been giving her things." "Has she said so ?" asked Gammon, with eager interest.
"I met her as she was coming down just now and she was in a tearin' rage, and she says to me, she says, 'When you see my awnt,' she says, 'you tell her I know all about her 'usband, and that I wouldn't tell _her_ anything not if she went down on her bended knees! There now!'" The uneducated man may perchance repeat with exactness something that has been said to him, or in his hearing; for the uneducated woman such accuracy is impossible.

Mrs.Bubb meant to be strictly truthful, but in the nature of things she would have gone astray, even had Polly's message taken a much simpler form than wrathful sarcasm gave to it.
However, she conveyed the spirit of Polly's words, and Gammon was so excited by the report that he sprang up, overturning his cup of coffee.
"Oh, cuss it! Never mind; most's gone on to my trousers.

She said that?
And to think we never thought of it! Where is she?
When'll she be back ?" "I don't know.

But she says she's going to leave to-morrow, and looks as if she meant it, too.