Then, raising her eyes, she cast them over the landscape and bent them again with a little sigh.
"You are a gentleman of feeling, Mr.Haverley," she said, "and can understand the feelings of another, even if she be an old woman and a cook, and I know you can comprehend my sentiments when I find myself again serving my most gracious former mistress Mrs.Drane, and her lovely daughter, whose beautiful qualities of mind and soul it does not become me to speak of to you, sir.

They were most kind to me when I first came to this country, she and her daughter, two angels, sir, whom I would serve forever.

Do not think, sir, that I would not gladly serve you and your lady sister, but they are above all.

It was last night, sir, as I sat looking out of my window at the beautiful trees in the moonlight, and I have not seen such trees in the moonlight since I lived in the Isle of Wight at Lord Monkley's country house there; La Fleur was his chef, and I was only there on a visit, because at that time I was attending to the education of my boy, who died a year afterward; and I thought then, sir, looking out at the moonlight, that I would go with the Dranes wherever they might go, and I would live with them wherever they might live; that I would serve them always with the best I could do, and that none could do better.

But I beg your pardon, sir, for standing here, and talking in this way, sir," and with a little courtesy and with her head more on one side and more bowed down, she shuffled away.
"Now then," said she to herself, as she entered the kitchen, "if I have given him a notion of a wife with a first-class cook attached, it is a good bit of work to begin with.".