It's them Italians as has such fine voices, an' Mrs.Gilfil sung, you never heared the like.

He brought her here to have tea with me one afternoon, and says he, in his jovial way, "Now, Mrs.Patten, I want Mrs.Gilfil to see the neatest house, and drink the best cup o' tea, in all Shepperton; you must show her your dairy and your cheese-room, and then she shall sing you a song." An' so she did; an' her voice seemed sometimes to fill the room; an' then it went low an' soft, as if it was whisperin' close to your heart like.' 'You never heared her again, I reckon ?' 'No; she was sickly then, and she died in a few months after.

She wasn't in the parish much more nor half a year altogether.

She didn't seem lively that afternoon, an' I could see she didn't care about the dairy, nor the cheeses, on'y she pretended, to please him.

As for him, I niver see'd a man so wrapt up in a woman.