So I proposed to help her a little, after I had read to her, for I had plenty of time that evening, and need not return till dusk.

She thankfully accepted the offer.

'An' you'll be a bit o' company for me too, Miss,' said she; 'I like as I feel lonesome without my cat.' But when I had finished reading, and done the half of a seam, with Nancy's capacious brass thimble fitted on to my finger by means of a roll of paper, I was disturbed by the entrance of Mr.Weston, with the identical cat in his arms.

I now saw that he could smile, and very pleasantly too.
'I've done you a piece of good service, Nancy,' he began: then seeing me, he acknowledged my presence by a slight bow.

I should have been invisible to Hatfield, or any other gentleman of those parts.