She often speaks of you.

I am glad you came to-day." Carlin had been standing over her all the time, his rough pea-jacket buttoned across his broad chest, his ruddy sailor's face with its fringe of gray whiskers, bushy eyebrows, and clear, steady gaze in vivid contrast to her own shrinking weakness.
"It ain't altogether Martha," he exclaimed in tones suddenly grown deliberate.

"It's you, your ladyship, that I particular came to see.

You ain't fit to take care of yourself, and there ain't nobody but me and Martha that I can lay hands on now to help--nobody but just us two.

I'm not here to judge nobody.