Yo' ought to have made him talk--he generally don't want much prompting to talk to women, if they're pooty." "He didn't seem in a hurry to go," said Mrs.Bunker indignantly.

The next moment she saw her error, even before the cruel, handsome smile of her unbidden guest revealed it.
"I thought so," she said lazily; "this IS the place and here's where the cunnle stayed.

Only yo' oughtn't have given him and yo'self away to the first stranger quite so easy.

The cunnle might have taught yo' THAT the two or three hours he was with yo'." "What do you want with me ?" demanded Mrs.Bunker angrily.
"I want a letter yo' have for me from Cunnle Marion." "I have nothing for you," said Mrs.Bunker.

"I don't know who you are." "You ought to, considering you've been acting as messenger between the cunnle and me," said the lady coolly.
"That's not true," said Mrs.Bunker hotly, to combat an inward sinking.
The lady rose with a lazy, languid grace, walked to the door and called still lazily, "O Pedro!" The solitary rower clambered up the rocks and appeared on the cottage threshold.
"Is this the lady who gave you the letters for me and to whom you took mine ?" "Si, senora." "They were addressed to a Mr.Kirby," said Mrs.Bunker sullenly.