The first turning to the left, I think you said--across the fields ?" He was too deeply interested in Emily to let the housekeeper go without putting a question on his side: "Is Sir Jervis Redwood one of Miss Emily's old friends ?" he asked.
"He?
What put that into your head?
He has never even seen Miss Emily.
She's going to our house--ah, the women are getting the upper hand now, and serve the men right, I say!--she's going to our house to be Sir Jervis's secretary.

You would like to have the place yourself, wouldn't you?
You would like to keep a poor girl from getting her own living?
Oh, you may look as fierce as you please--the time's gone by when a man could frighten _me_.

I like her Christian name.

I call Emily a nice name enough.

But 'Brown'! Good-morning, Mr.Morris; you and I are not cursed with such a contemptibly common name as that! 'Brown'?
Oh, Lord!" She tossed her head scornfully, and walked away, humming a tune.
Alban stood rooted to the spot.