Shall Sally bring your ladyship some supper ?" "Yes, please.

Put something cold on the table, and as soon as Sir Andrew Ffoulkes comes, show him in here." "Yes, my lady." Honest Jellyband's face now expressed distress in spite of himself.

He had great regard for Sir Percy Blakeney, and did not like to see his lady running away with young Sir Andrew.

Of course, it was no business of his, and Mr.Jellyband was no gossip.

Still, in his heart, he recollected that her ladyship was after all only one of them "furriners"; what wonder that she was immoral like the rest of them?
"Don't sit up, honest Jellyband," continued Marguerite kindly, "nor you either, Mistress Sally.