Why, if ye went by his face he might have one foot in the grave.

When he fust comed to live here he hated to have to cross the road to get to that there garden t'other side, so what do'e do but have a way dug under the road.

It be a sort o' grotto, they say, with all kinds o' coloured stones and glasses stuck about an' must ha' cost a pile o' money.

I s'pose rich folk must have their whims and vapours an' must gratify 'em too, or what be the good o' being rich, eh?
Thank 'ee kindly young madam." Lavinia, upon whom the good Hannah had pressed all the coins that were in her pocket, gave the man a few coppers and summoning her courage she grasped the bell-pull hanging by the door in the wall fronting the house.

Her nerves were somewhat scattered and she could not say whether the clang encouraged or depressed her.