But he'll go to the gentry for one, same as his father did before him.

He won't be satisfied with any of them saucy country lasses.
He don't ever mix with them.

He'll look high will Master Jeff if the time ever comes that he looks at all.

He's a gentleman himself right through to the backbone, and he'll marry a lady." By the time Jeff returned to announce that the rain had ceased and the cart was waiting, there were not many of his private affairs of the knowledge of which Doris had not been placed in possession.
She was smiling a little to herself over the old woman's garrulous confidences when he entered, and it was evident that he caught the smile, for he looked from her to his housekeeper with a touch of sharpness.
Granny Grimshaw hastened to efface herself with apologetic promptitude, and retired to the scullery to wash up.
Doris turned at once to her host.

"Will you take me over the mill some day ?" she asked.
He looked momentarily surprised at the suggestion, and then in a second he smiled.