We know him--see through him--on this subject at least." When Nancy entered, her master gave her one of those stern, searching looks which often made his unfortunate menials tremble before him.
"What's your name, my good girl ?" "Nancy Forbes, sir." "How long have you been in this family ?" "I'm in the first month of my second quarter, your honor," with a courtesy.
"You are a pretty girl." Nancy, with another courtesy, and a simper, which vanity, for the life of her, could not suppress, "Oh la, sir, how could your honor say such a thing of a humble girl like me?
You that sees so many handsome great ladies." "Have you a sweetheart ?" Nancy fairly tittered.

"Is it me, sir--why, who would think of the like of me?
Not one, sir, ever I had." "Because, if you have," he proceeded, "and that I approve of him, I wouldn't scruple much to give you something that might enable you and your husband to begin the world with comfort." "I'm sure it's very kind, your honor, but I never did anything to desarve so much goodness at your honor's hands." "The old villain wants to bribe me for something," thought Nancy.
"Well, but you may, my good girl.

I think you are a favorite with Miss Gourlay ?" "Ha, ha!" thought Nancy, "I am sure of it now." "That's more than I know, sir," she replied.

"Miss Gourlay--God bless and protect her--was kind to every one; and not more so to me than to the other servants." "I have just been informed by Gibson, that she and her maid left the Hall on Tuesday night last.

Now, answer me truly, and you shall be the better for it.