"
"Just so, sir. Now, Miss Thoroughbung is a very nice lady."
"I don't think she's a nice lady at all."
"But--Of course it's not becoming in me to speak against my betters, and
as a menial servant I never would."
"Go on, Matthew."
"Miss Thoroughbung is--"
"Go on, Matthew."
"Well;--she is a sow's ear. Ain't she, now? The servants here never
would have looked upon her as a silk purse."
"Wouldn't they?"
"Never! She has a way with her just as though she didn't care for silk
purses. And it's my mind, sir, that she don't. She wishes, however, to
be uppermost, and if she had come here she'd have said so."
"That can never be. Thank God, that can never be!"
"Oh, no! Brewers is brewers, and must be. There's Mr. Joe--He's very
well, no doubt."
"I haven't the pleasure of his acquaintance."
"Him as is to marry Miss Molly. But Miss Molly ain't the head of the
family; is she, sir?" Here the squire shook his head. "You're the head
of the family, sir."
"I suppose so."
"And is--I might make so bold as to speak?"
"Go on, Matthew."
"Miss Thoroughbung would be a little out of place at Buston Hall. Now,
as to Miss Puffle--"
"Miss Puffle is a lady,--or was."
"No doubt, sir. The Puffles is not quite equal to the Prospers, as I can
hear.
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