Mrs.Fenton had constantly to pass in and out and his seat was conveniently placed so as to permit her to bestow a smile upon him as she went by or to exchange a hurried word.
"The mistress is a bit sweet in that quarter, eh ?" whispered a customer with a jerk of the head and a wink to Hannah the waitress, whom Mrs.
Fenton had brought with her from Bedfordbury.
"I should just think she was," returned the girl contemptuously.

"It makes one sick.

She ought to be a done with sweetheartin'." "A woman's never too old for that, my girl, as you'll find when you're her age.

She might do worse.

Dobson's got a tidy little purse put by.
There aren't many in the market as does better than him.