Well, it ain't no business of mine, thank 'eaven, me being above board in everythink.

I 'spose the usual lot arrived, Susan ?" "Two gentlemen and a lady," replied Susan, glad to see that the cooks thoughts were turning in another direction.
"Gentlemen!" snorted Mrs.Pill, "that Clancy one ain't.

Why the missus should hobnob with sich as he, I don't know nohow." "Ah, but the other's a real masher," chimed in Geraldine, looking up from her millinery; "such black eyes, that go through you like a gimlet, and such a lovely moustache.

He dresses elegant too." "Being Miss Loach's lawyer, he have a right to dress well," said Mrs.
Pill, rubbing her nose with the stocking, "and Mr.Clancy, I thinks, is someone Mr.Jarvey Hale's helpin', he being good and kind." Here Geraldine gave unexpected information.
"He's a client of Mr.Hale's," she said indistinctly, with her mouth full of pins, "and has come in for a lot of money.

Mr.Hale's introducing him into good society, to make a gent of him." "Silk purses can't be made out of sows' ears," growled the cook, "an' who told you all this Geraldine ?" "Miss Loach herself, at different times." Susan thought it was strange that a lady should gossip to this extent with her housemaid, but she did not take much interest in the conversation, being occupied with her own sad thoughts.