'One Minute!' she cried.
'Sir!' Sophia cried, her cheeks burning.
Grocott ... stole forward, and ... leant over the flushed features of the unconscious lad.
'This must be--must be stopped at once!'
'Oh, la! I don't want to stay!' Mrs. Martha cried.
'He cannot!'
'About the two guineas--you stole this morning.'
He stood, grinning in his finery, unable to say a word.
Lady Betty wasted no time on words. She was already in the water and wading across.
'Why, Betty,' Sophia cried in astonishment, 'What is it?'
'Do you sit, and I'll make you a posy.'
Her hair ... hung undressed on her neck. He touched it gently. It was the first caress he had ever given her.
