She have never been
here but once, and then she did not get out of her carriage."
"Humph!" said Sir Charles, apologetically; "she seldom goes out now;
you understand."
"Oh, I've heard, sir; and I do put up my prayers for her; for my lady
has been a good friend to me, sir, and if you will believe me, I often
sets here and longs for a sight of her, and her sweet eyes, and her
hair like sunshine, that I've had in my hand so often. Well, sir, I
hope it will be a girl this time, a little girl with golden hair;
that's what I wants this time. They'll be the prettiest pair in
England."
"With all my heart," said Sir Charles; "girl or boy, I don't care
which; but I'd give a few thousands if it was here, and the mother
safe."
He hurried away, ashamed of having uttered the feelings of his heart to
a farmer's wife. To avoid discussion, he sent Mrs. Millar and the boy
off all in a hurry, and then told Lady Bassett what he had done.
She appeared much distressed at that, and asked what she had done.
He soothed her, and said she was not to blarne at all; and she must not
blame him either. He had done it for the best.
"After all, you are the master," said she, submissively.
"I am," said he, "and men will be tyrants, you know."
Then she flung her arm round her tyrant's neck, and there was an end of
the discussion.
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