Lady Jocelyn had a momentary temptation to lead him out, but she did not like the subject well enough to play with it.
'Apparently Rose has swallowed it,' she said.
'Goose, shears, cabbage, and all!' muttered Old Tom.

'Got a stomach!--she knows he's a tailor, then?
The young fellow told her?
He hasn't been playing the lord to her ?' 'As far as he's concerned, I think he has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover.' 'And told her he was born and bound a tailor ?' 'Rose certainly heard it from him.' Slapping his knee, Old Tom cried: 'Bravo!' For though one part of his nature was disappointed, and the best part of his plot disarranged, he liked Evan's proceeding and felt warm at what seemed to him Rose's scorn of rank.
'She must be a good gal, my lady.

She couldn't have got it from t' other side.

Got it from you.

Not that you--' 'No,' said Lady Jocelyn, apprehending him.