Now that her hunger for the safety of her infant was momentarily quieted, she could see Kit Ines hanging about the lower ground, near the alehouse, and smile at Madge's comparison of him to a drummed-out soldier, who would like to be taken for a holiday pensioner.
He saluted; under the suspicion of his patron's lady his legs were hampered, he dared not approach her; though his innocence of a deed not proposed to him yet--and all to stock that girl Madge's shop, if done! knocked at his ribs with fury to vindicate himself before the lady and her maid.

A gentleman met them and conducted them across the hills.
And two Taffy gentlemen would hardly be sufficient for the purpose, supposing an ill-used Englishman inclined to block their way!--What, and play footpad, Kit Ines?
No, it's just a game in the head.

But a true man hates to feel himself suspected.

His refuge is the beer of the country.
Next day there were the two gentlemen to conduct the lady and her maid; and Taffy the first walks beside the countess; and that girl Madge trudges along with no other than my lord's Mr.Woodseer, chattering like a watering-can on a garden-bed: deuce a glance at Kit Ines.

How can she keep it up and the gentleman no more than nodding?
How does he enjoy playing second fiddle with the maid while Mr.tall brown-face Taffy violins it to her ladyship a stone's throw in front?
Ines had less curiosity to know the object of Mr.Woodseer's appearance on the scene.
Idle, unhandsomely treated, and a cave of the yawns, he merely commented on his observations.
'Yes, there he is, don't look at him,' Madge said to Gower; 'and whatever he's here for, he has a bad time of it, and rather more than it's pleasant for him to think over, if a slave to a "paytron" thinks at all.