You don't say as that pretty little thing is Master Herbert's child! But why didn't you say so afore?
Why, I have caught myself looking at her, and wondering how it was that I seemed to know her face so well; and now, of course, I sees it.

She is the picture of Master Herbert when he was little." "I couldn't say so before, John, because I only knew it myself last night.

Her grandfather--that is, her other grandfather, you know--placed her with me to educate, and, as he said, to make a little lady of, two years ago; but it was only last night he told me." "Only to think of it!" the butler ejaculated.

"What will the squire say ?" "Yes, that is the point, John.

What will the squire say?
Her grandfather thinks he will have nothing to say to her." "Nothing to say to her, ma'am! Why, he will be off his head with joy.
Didn't he search for her, and advertise for her, and do all he could to find her for months?
It wasn't till he tried for over a year that he gave it up, and sent for Richard Horton to come to him." "Her grandfather can only judge by what he knows, John.