The cook, thus far demure and downcast, lifted her eyes experimentally.

He was still looking at her.
Did he want encouragement?
The cook cautiously offered a little literary information, "The author's name is on the book, sir.

Name of Richardson." The information was graciously received, "Yes; I've heard of the name, and heard of the book.

Is it interesting ?" "Oh, sir, it's a beautiful story! My only excuse for being late with the dinner--" "Who's Pamela ?" "A young person in service, sir.

I'm sure I wish I was more like her! I felt quite broken-hearted when you sent the mutton down again; and you so kind as to overlook the error in the roasting--" Benjulia stopped the apology once more.