And I doubt he's got a soft place in his head, else why should he be turned round the finger by that offal Dunsey as nobody's seen o' late, and let him kill that fine hunting hoss as was the talk o' the country?
And one while he was allays after Miss Nancy, and then it all went off again, like a smell o' hot porridge, as I may say.

That wasn't my way when _I_ went a-coorting." "Ah, but mayhap Miss Nancy hung off, like, and your lass didn't," said Ben.
"I should say she didn't," said Mr.Macey, significantly.

"Before I said "sniff", I took care to know as she'd say "snaff", and pretty quick too.

I wasn't a-going to open _my_ mouth, like a dog at a fly, and snap it to again, wi' nothing to swaller." "Well, I think Miss Nancy's a-coming round again," said Ben, "for Master Godfrey doesn't look so down-hearted to-night.

And I see he's for taking her away to sit down, now they're at the end o' the dance: that looks like sweethearting, that does." The reason why Godfrey and Nancy had left the dance was not so tender as Ben imagined.