"I had been slouching about the place, almost driven mad by my thoughts, and when I saw you took me for a servant my fancy was for letting the thing go on.

If I had been a rich man instead of a pauper I would have kept your half-sovereign." "I should not have enjoyed that when I found out the truth," said Miss Vanderpoel.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't.

But I should not have cared." He was looking at her straightly and summing her up as she had summed him up.

A man and young, he did not miss a line or a tint of her chin or cheek, shoulder, or brow, or dense, lifted hair.

He had already, even in his guise of keeper, noticed one thing, which was that while at times her eyes were the blue of steel, sometimes they melted to the colour of bluebells under water.