I entered her service when I was fifteen, and she could have married an earl--Lord Caranby wanted to marry her--but she wouldn't." "Lor," said Mrs.Pill, "and ain't that his lordship's nephew who comes here at times ?" "Mr.Mallow?
Yes! That's him.

He's fond of the old lady." "And fond of her niece, too," giggled Geraldine; "not but what Miss Saxon is rather sweet." "Rather sweet," growled the cook, "why, she's a lovely gal, sich as you'll never be, in spite of your fine name.

An' her brother, Mr.
Basil, is near as 'andsome as she." "He ain't got the go about him Miss Juliet have," said Thomas.
"A lot you know," was the cook's retort.

"Why Mr.Basil quarrelled with missus a week ago and gave her proper, and missus ain't no easy person to fight with, as I knows.

Mr.Basil left the house and ain't been near since." "He's a fool, then," said Thomas.