In came the waiter, a strapping girl, with coal-black eyes and brows to match, and a brown skin, but glowing cheeks.
They both started at sight of each other.

It was Polly Somerset.
"Why, Polly! How d'ye do?
How do you come here ?" "It's along of you I'm here, young man," said Polly, and began to whimper.

She told him her sister had found out from the page she had been colloguing with him, and had never treated her like a sister after that.

"And when she married a gentleman she wouldn't have me aside her for all I could say, but she did pack me off into service, and here I be." The girl was handsome, and had a liking for him.

Bassett was idle, and time hung heavy on his hands: he stayed at the inn a fortnight, more for Polly's company than anything: and at last offered to put her into a vacant cottage on his own little estate of Highmore.