Squire hasn't held his head up straight since that day.' 'All that was before I came,' said the curate very gravely, for he did not know exactly what to say.
'Lor' bless you, sir,' said Higgs, 'I was in no way blaming you.

There's no blame attaching to any, that I know; squire's wife was as mad as a hare.

Miss Violetta, she cried her pretty eyes nigh out for Mr.Herbert; it's time she'd another.' The curate went to the dinner, and it was a very fine affair indeed.
Violetta wore a silk gown and looked charming.

She does not look a day older than she did when I saw her five years ago,' said the dean to the curate, meaning to be very polite, but the curate did not smile at the compliment.
'How fine your flowers are!' said the maiden aunt to Violetta.

'Where did you get them, my dear ?' 'The squire sent them to me,' said Violetta, with a droop of her eyelids which made her look more charming than ever.