"You ought to be above such opinions, Mr.
Swipes, a superior man, such as you are.

If Miss Faith came into your garden reading books, and finding fault here and there, and sniffing at the flowers, a quarter so often as pretty Dolly does, perhaps you wouldn't make such a perfect angel of her, and run down her sister in comparison.

But your wonderful Miss Faith comes peeping here and poking there into pots and pans, and asking the maids how their mothers are, as if her father kept no housekeeper.

She provoked me so in the simple-room last week, as if I was hiding thieves there, that I asked her at last whether she expected to find Mr.Erle there.

And you should have seen how she burst out crying; for something had turned on her mind before." "Well, I couldn't have said that to her," quoth the tender-hearted Swipes--"not if she had come and routed out every key and every box, pot, pan, and pannier in the tool-house and stoke-hole and vinery! The pretty dear! the pretty dear! And such a lady as she is! Ah, you women are hard-hearted to one another, when your minds are up! But take my word for it, Mrs.Cloam, no one will ever have the chance of making your beautiful Miss Dolly cry by asking her where her sweetheart is.".