lies! But I daresay I'm too 'ard on him; isn't lies our natural lot? What is servants for but to lie when 'it is in their master's interests, and to be a confidential servant is to be the Prince of liars!'
'Perhaps he didn't know the 'orse was scratched.'
'I see you are falling in nicely with the lingo of the trade.'
'Oh,' replied Esther, laughing: 'you never hears anything else; you pick it up without knowing. Mr. Leopold is very rich, so they say. The boys tell me that he won a pile over the City and Suburban, and has thousands in the bank.'
'So some says; but who knows what he 'as? You hear of the winnings, but they says very little about the losings.'
THE pony and the donkey came towards the paddock gate, and she rubbed their muzzles in turn. It was a pleasure to touch anything, especially anything alive. She even noticed that the elm-trees were strangely tall and still against the calm sky, and the rich odour of some carnations, which came through the bushes from the pleasure-ground, excited her; the scent of earth and leaves tingled in her, the cawing of the rooks coming home took her soul away skyward in an exquisite longing; and she was, at the same time, full of a romantic love for the earth, and of a desire to mix herself with the innermost essence of things. The beauty of the evening and the sea breeze instilled a sensation of immortal health, setting her thinking that if a young man came to her as young men came to the great ladies in Sarah's books, it would be pleasant to talk in the dusk, seeing the bats flitting about the barns and byres vanishing into nothingness.
The family was absent from Woodview, and she was free to enjoy the beauty of every twilight and every rising moon for still another week. But she wearied for a companion.