You ought to be ashamed of yourself to speak in that way of a poor old fellow with one foot in the grave.

Mrs.Cook will give him a nice bit of dinner in the scullery; and John Footman will look out an old coat for him.

And when he's heard everything he wants to hear, and doesn't come back again the next day to his work--what do they think of it in the servants' hall?
Do they say, 'We've had a spy among us!' Yah! you know better than that, by this time.

The cheerful old man has been run over in the street, or is down with the fever, or has turned up his toes in the parish dead-house--that's what they say in the servants' hall.

Try me in your own kitchen, and see if your servants take me for a spy.