"Lor bless you, my love, I ain't jealous," she said.

"My legs ain't as young as they was.

'Urry, my dear, missus is a bad 'un to be kept waitin'." Thus urged, Susan hastened to the front part of the house and down the stairs.

The door of the sitting-room was open.

She knocked and entered, to find Mr.Clancy, who looked rougher and more foolish than ever, standing by the table.