While this entertaining conversation was going on, there came a horrid screech and a long succession of yelps from the court-yard.
'Good gracious mercy,' cried Aunt Rebecca, sailing rapidly to the window, ''tis Flora's voice.

Sweet creature, have they killed you--my angel; what is it ?--where _are_ you, sweetheart ?--where _can_ she be?
Oh, dear--oh, dear!'-- and she looked this way and that in her distraction.
But the squeak subsided, and Flora was not to be seen; and Aunt Becky's presence of mind returned, and she said-- 'Captain Cluffe, 'tis a great liberty; but you're humane--and, besides, I know that _you_ would readily do me a kindness.' That emphasis was shot at poor Puddock.

'And may I pray you to try on the steps if you can see the dear animal, anywhere--you know Flora ?' 'Know her ?--oh dear, yes,' cried Cluffe with alacrity, who, however, did _not_, but relied on her answering to her name, which he bawled lustily from the door-steps and about the court-yard, with many terms of endearment, intended for Aunt Becky's ear, in the drawing-room.
Little Puddock, who was hurt at that lady's continued severity, was desirous of speaking; for he liked Aunt Becky, and his heart swelled within him at her injustice; but though he hemmed once or twice, somehow the exordium was not ready, and his feelings could not find a tongue.
Aunt Becky looked steadfastly from the window for a while, and then sailed majestically toward the door, which the little ensign, with an humble and somewhat frightened countenance, hastened to open.
'Pray, Sir, don't let me trouble you,' said Aunt Becky, in her high, cold way.
'Madam, 'tis no trouble--it would be a happiness to me, Madam, to serve you in any way you would permit; but _'tis_ a trouble to me, Madam, indeed, that you leave the room, and a greater trouble,' said little Puddock, waxing fluent as he proceeded, 'that I have incurred your displeasure--indeed, Madam, I know not how--your goodness to me, Madam, in my sickness, I never can forget.' 'You _can_ forget, Sir--you _have_ forgot.

Though, indeed, Sir, there was little to remember, I--I'm glad you thought me kind, Sir.

I--I wish you well, Sir,' said Aunt Becky.