She's fond o' him, man." "Of course she is, in a wy.

Whaur's the woman that could help it ?" "There's many a woman that could help it," said Gavinia, tartly, for the honour of her sex, "but she's no are o' them." To be candid, Gavinia was not one of them herself.

"I'm thinking she's terrible fond o' him," she said, "and I'm nain sure that he has treated her weel." "Woman, take care; say a word agin him and I'll mittle you!" Corp thundered, and she desisted in fear.
But he made her re-read the little essay to him in instalments, and at the end he said victoriously, "You blethering crittur, there's no sic woman.

It's just another o' his ploys!" He marched upstairs to Grizel with the news, and she listened kindly.
"I am sure you are right," she said; "you understand him better than any of them, Corp," and it was true.
He thought he had settled the whole matter.

He was burning to be downstairs to tell Gavinia that these things needed only a man.