"How d'ye do Molly?" said Clarendon, "have you heard any thing of your master lately?" "Yes Sir," replied the girl, making an aukward curtesy, " Mr. Slone had a letter yesterday, and master is coming here for a few days soon, but ou wo'nt stop long; for I finds he is going down into Wales."
Charles, who wanted to come to the point, asked Molly who the young lady was she had met. "Miss Fletcher, the parson's daughter, Sir," replied the girl. "But the other young lady," returned Clarendon. "Young lady, Sir," exclaimed Molly, giggling, " 'tis no young lady, but the gypsey wench, as our master brought home with him . A proud, insolent minx, as will hardly speak to her betters ; for I thinks myself her betters. I was born of honest, dessent parents, and dont belong to no thieves and vagabonds ." "You must mistake young woman, you and I cannot mean the same person."
" La yes we does Sir, I don't wonder as how you took her for a lady, to be sure , she has the impudence to dress like one. And the parson's daughter, have made her think more of herself than she did before, by filling her head wi a * passel of larning and nonsense, not fit for a poor wench as must work for her bread . But she is a genius it seems, and much good it will do her. She will be a kept madam, or some such thing; for what sober honest man would take up wi such fal lal trumpery as that for a wife?" "You don't seem to like her Molly." "Why no Sir, I wonder how I should. An old sarvant like I , who have lived in the family these six years, and worn myself out, must needs think it very hard, to have such a wench as that set above me." "Nay Molly," said Clarendon, "you don't look much as if you were worn out I think, with that fine bloom in your cheeks. It don't appear as if your constitution was hurt by hard work."
" La Sir," replied Molly, simpering, " I dare say I do look all of a blowze now. I'ze been walking so fast, and put myself in a bit of a heat , cause I was sent after that hussy. For Madam Nelson wanted her home from the parson's, (where she has been for ever so long,) backwards and forwards, cause master was coming home, and there was a deal to do. I wonders what would be said, if other sarvants was to go out when they saw fit, and stay as long as they liked?"

" Why you be always a persuading I to go to tabernacle , Mrs. Gauge, and there I did think to ha goane to day, but the volk did zay our Rector was growd a despert vine mon , and I wanted to hear un . Thof to be zure , nif I had know'd as much as I do now, I would ha goane this morning to hear measter Rousem. I didn't understond one word the parson zed , except Messopotamia, ou vas so despert vine . To my mind nif ministers be ever so larned , they should talk about zuch matters, as poor volk can take in." "As for that, Dame Trotman, t'was just as well thee dids'nt understond un , vor all the good it would ha done thy poor soul. What be the church ministers but sons of Belial?" "Why I do think , Mrs. Gauge, zome on um be as good as they as do preach at tabernacle . There's good Mr. Flatcher as pious a mon , as ever mounted a pilpit . 'Tis unknown how much good ou do do . There's our John now, used to get out to yeale forever, and never minded what became of I ; but now he is as solid as any one in the parish, and 'tis all out of hearing parson Flatcher . And Mary Dobson, her zays as how Obadiah, used to be forever after the wenchen , till ou preached the sarmont about dultry ."
" Ah !" cried Mrs. Gauge, " 'tis all legality dame! all legality! if you was to hear dear Mr. Rousem, you'd never go to church no more ." "Why I met Deborah Gibson just nows , coming from hearing parson Rubric, and her told me, as how ou preached about nothing but zwirarts , and that all the volk laugh'd . Why to my mind ' tis quite awful! laws ! if you had heard good Mr. Rousem to day! dear mon , when ou talked of the Pharisees, and they do as pride themselves on good works , ou was so yarnest to save our poor souls, that ou reaved till ou was all in a prespiration, and the very hair stood an ind on his head. Oh ou's quite a Boanerges! and so comfortable a minister as ever preached the gospel; for though ou do tell us ou 's afeared we shall all be lost, ou 's got no more gall in it, than a dove: and ou 's out of the pilpit , ou 's as free to a poor soul, as ou would be to a lord." " Well Mrs Gauge, I'm but a poor weak woman, and not so larned as you in these matters for sartin ; but it do zeem to I , as what parson Flatcher do zay , is zound to the back bone. And as for free, ou do go into every poor mon's house in the parish, and do a zight of good, though ou is but a curate, and has'nt much money."
* Ou , he or she -- pilpit , pulpit -- our John , means her husband -- get out to yeale , go the the ale-house -- solid , sober, steady, -- wenchen , wenches -- switart , sweetheart -- yarnest , earnest -- in in, in him.

" Why you be always a persuading I to go to tabernacle , Mrs. Gauge, and there I did think to ha goane to day, but the volk did zay our Rector was growd a despert vine mon , and I wanted to hear un . Thof to be zure , nif I had know'd as much as I do now, I would ha goane this morning to hear measter Rousem. I didn't understond one word the parson zed , except Messopotamia, ou vas so despert vine . To my mind nif ministers be ever so larned , they should talk about zuch matters, as poor volk can take in." "As for that, Dame Trotman, t'was just as well thee dids'nt understond un , vor all the good it would ha done thy poor soul. What be the church ministers but sons of Belial?" "Why I do think , Mrs. Gauge, zome on um be as good as they as do preach at tabernacle . There's good Mr. Flatcher as pious a mon , as ever mounted a pilpit . 'Tis unknown how much good ou do do . There's our John now, used to get out to yeale forever, and never minded what became of I ; but now he is as solid as any one in the parish, and 'tis all out of hearing parson Flatcher . And Mary Dobson, her zays as how Obadiah, used to be forever after the wenchen , till ou preached the sarmont about dultry ."
" Ah !" cried Mrs. Gauge, " 'tis all legality dame! all legality! if you was to hear dear Mr. Rousem, you'd never go to church no more ." "Why I met Deborah Gibson just nows , coming from hearing parson Rubric, and her told me, as how ou preached about nothing but zwirarts , and that all the volk laugh'd . Why to my mind ' tis quite awful! laws ! if you had heard good Mr. Rousem to day! dear mon , when ou talked of the Pharisees, and they do as pride themselves on good works , ou was so yarnest to save our poor souls, that ou reaved till ou was all in a prespiration, and the very hair stood an ind on his head. Oh ou's quite a Boanerges! and so comfortable a minister as ever preached the gospel; for though ou do tell us ou 's afeared we shall all be lost, ou 's got no more gall in it, than a dove: and ou 's out of the pilpit , ou 's as free to a poor soul, as ou would be to a lord." " Well Mrs Gauge, I'm but a poor weak woman, and not so larned as you in these matters for sartin ; but it do zeem to I , as what parson Flatcher do zay , is zound to the back bone. And as for free, ou do go into every poor mon's house in the parish, and do a zight of good, though ou is but a curate, and has'nt much money."
* Ou , he or she -- pilpit , pulpit -- our John , means her husband -- get out to yeale , go the the ale-house -- solid , sober, steady, -- wenchen , wenches -- switart , sweetheart -- yarnest , earnest -- in in, in him.

Continuing in this situation some time, the sound of footsteps, and a voice which exclaimed, " Lawk a marcy on me! 'tis her ghaust !" made her start, and look up: when she beheld Robin Higgins looking aghast, and standing before her.Robin came in for a gardening knife he had left on the table, and not knowing our heroine was in the country, he made this exclamation. "How d'ye do Robin?" said Silvanella, drying her tears. "Why I beant mighty well, but you, Silvanella, know the cause of thuc . How be you? to my mind, you look despert meakumish ! la , you did use to have a colour as fresh as a rause ." "Ah! those days are over Robin."
"And why be they auver ? cause ye do kip company we gentlevolk , and turn night into doy . Zookers ! why before Madam Cameron comed here, and you used to be we Madam Nelson and rise yarley a mornings, and go to bed yarley b'nights , you was the prettiest plump rawy wench, I ever set my eyes on! but now you do look shim as skinny and as white as a leady . Ah ! Silvanella, you had a better a had I. We should ha been as appy the days is long, you should never have wanted for nothing . And as for the veather's consent, I don't doubt but as how I could ha got that . Vor mother I know, would ha persuaded un toot . And a man would hardly be such a vool , as to cut off his own natural posteriors out a spite, case his son didn't marry to please un . Thof to be sure , ou did zay , that nif I did ha you, ou would make all he is worth to cousin John Dowse: and that to be sartin , would be pravawking enough, case d'ye zee , veather our zaved a good deal a money. But a may partly thank mother vor that, vor her was always a despert scrat . However, Miss Silvanella, if you would have I, and take all changes, I'd work for you late and yarly , come the worst. Do ye think ont now, woot ?" "I am much obliged to you Robin, but you know my mind on that subject."
"Why I do. And I have dissolved many times never to zay no more about it . But there, when I do zee ye , I caunt help it. Vor them there pretty eyes , do meake me break all my resoluteions . La , methinks when I catched you just nows a crying , they did shine , vor all the world just like the zun , drough a shower of roin . Ah! Silvanella, I be no more like the zame lad , I was two years back, than nothing . I was then as merry a bird, but now, I cannot get a crum of rest, and do nothing but toss and turn all night, and think of those pretty eyes. Mother cries, and says I am become quite a noomy . Now do ye , Silvanella, consider a little about it, you will never have a truer lovyer ; and I doant care a brass vardor about your being a gypsey wench: I am sure, I should scorn ever to tell you of it, if we should ever have any words." "You are very kind," replied Silvanella, looking rather disdainfully, and rising to leave the marquee , "but I desire you will never trouble me any more, with your conversation."
" Nay , you need not to give yourself these high airs neither , considering all things. But I'll be danged if you shall be off, without letting me have a buss ," cried Robin, attempting at the same time to lay hold of Silvanella, who was struggling violently to disengage herself from the embraces of this boor, when Sir James Barrington entered the marquee [...]

"I would," said he, in the Irish acccent , "but I don't see any young lady disengaged under thirty--and not being quite so much myself , I wouldn't like to dance with my superior, at all, at all."
"Oh, I'll get you a good partner," said Mrs. Macmaurice, introducing him to Miss Simmons.
"Augh! by St. Patrick," exclaimed he, "but this is a trate now, to be sure --you hid yourself behind Mrs. Mac. that I mightn't see your swait face, but I saw you all the time."

"So much!" cried Mrs. Grimshaw, rising, "vell then, as we've so fur to go, ve must be on the move--though I vanted to see Miss Archerly, to perpose some pleasant party; for I hopes to see Sir Philup and you my lady, some hevening next week as is most agreerble --say Vensday or Thuzday ."
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"'Tis a misfortin Sir--and what's vuss ve can't never find no cure for it--the things ve have tried!--Tom's got a hissue in each arm now- -be they both kept open Tom?"
"I've no such thing, Mother--I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh fie , oh fie Tom vhen 'twas but last ven'sday veek Doctor Godfrey dress'd your arm-- you know, " continued Mrs. Grimshaw.
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"Come, chillern , we must be going-- Vell Lady Archerly, if I can't purvail on'e to dirty a knife and fork with us, this time, all as is, ve must disfer it, 'till next time as you comes to Lunnon , and then ve'll be better acquainted, on't us? – Ah, that ve vill --we 'on't purtend to know vun another in vun visit: ' tis morarly unposserble ."

"Oh lawk, iss, " returned the mother, " ''tis a nice hairy sityvation , and I was never here afore , though born'd and bred in Lunnon , 'tis so fur , you see , my lady from our reserdence , and so I sent our Jem with my love, to borry old Mr. G's charrot , 'cause I'm wery timidous in a hack."
"You had better take something after your long ride, Mrs Grimshaw," said Major Lethbridge; "Let me help you to a glass of wine."
"Sir, you're wery purlite -- I've no objections; indeed I vas going to beg a draught of Lady Archerly's small beer--and to say the truth , I could eat vun of them there biskies ."
"Wouldn't you prefer some of that there cake?" said Mrs. Lethbridge.
"No thank 'e ma'am--I like it, but it don't like me," cried Mrs. Grimshaw, wiping her face with a faded silk handkerchief, and spreading it over her lap. "Sir, you're a gen'leman ," said she, as the Major handed her a glass of wine. "Oh law! if I han't a flopp'd some of it on the nice carput --better ring the bell for a dirty cloth, hadn't 'e -- needn't say nothing about it to Lady Archerly, 'cause she'll make a fuss p'raps . Here's my service to 'e ; Sir Philip Archerly, your better health--Lady Archerly, our better acquainternce --that Lady next you --and the Lady in the purple welwut --Jessy, my dear, your father's health, and your aunt Simmons and sisters--Hetty, M'rier , my love to 'e --Tom –" concluded she, nodding to her son.

"Fust come, fust sarv'd Sir," said Mrs Hancock, seating herself above him, "I camed isterday , so here I squats: 'tis in the rules, and 'tis vell there be rules, else we should be all at sixes and sevens higgledy piggledy: not but what 'tis all as good this hind of the table as the t'other – every bit – and I see summut as I'd love – b'il'd pourk and pease pudd'n – and please the pigs , I'll have some."

" Vell now, I thought as 'twasn't true, though my sister Grimshaw, ou'd 'sist upon it as 'twas – fegs! there's a thief in the can'le ," continued Mrs Hancock, taking a pin from her side to remedy the defect; "and now neighbour Temple, hand my plate for some more pourk – near the handle please, 'cause 'tain't done in the middle – oh law, you put your thumb in my mustard – never mind – oh you ha'n't – now for some pudd'n – there – that's vell."

"Let there be a piece for me," added Mrs. Hancock, "without any pepper; 'ton't do for my cough – though I be fond of spices, they bain't fond of me – for I be but a poor body for health , though I look so rumbustious – I was bad enough o' conscience isterday evening; I was bad in my bowels Sir, and a'ter I went to bed, I grew wus and wus ; I thought I should have died in the night: 'tis going about they tell me – and here I'm come to Bath," continued she, sucking a chicken bone, "to have my bad leg pumpt upon – did you call for bread, neighbour Temple – here, you shall have mine, I ha'n't a bit it – come I'll have the crust and you shall have the peth – excuse my paws , hands were made afore knives and forks – if you bain't going to drink no more of that there beer, I'll thenk'e for't – one good turn deserves another you know – there's just enough for me now, and by'n by I'll have a good swig a'ter my cheese – why neighbour, you don't eat – I must have some more pa'sley and butter – not over my bacon squire – 'tisn't 'il'd , is it? ah 'tis, what a pity: it quite spiles one's dinner. What nice looking pertaters these be, " continued she cutting one in half with her knife – "Law it grates again the steel – they bain't done – stick your fork in some cabbage for me, will'e squire ; that's vell ."