think missus or I would mistrust you, or think you'd take up with the
likes of him!'

'How could she be so cruel--so spiteful,' sobbed Charlotte, 'when he
only came to ask one question, and did a good turn for me with the
mats. I never thought of such a thing. Sweetheart, indeed! So
cruel of her!'

'Bless me!' said Jane, 'girls used to think it only civility to say
they had a sweetheart!'

'Don't, Mrs. Beckett! I hate the word! I don't want no such thing!
I won't never speak to Tom Madison again, if such constructions is to
be put on it!'

'Well, after all, Charlotte dear, that will be the safest way. You
are young yet, and best not to think of settling, special if you
aren't sure of one that is steady and religious, and you'd better
keep yourself up, and not get a name for gossiping--though there's no
harm done yet, so don't make such a work. Bless me, if I don't hear
his lordship's voice! He ain't never come so early!'

'Yes, he is,' said Charlotte, recovering from her sobs; 'he rode up
as I came in.'

'Well, to be sure, he is come to breakfast! I hope nothin's amiss
with my young Lord! I must run up with a cup and plate, and you,
make the place tidy, in case Mr. Poynings comes in. You'd better run
into the scullery and wash your face; 'tis all tears! You're a
terrible one to cry, Charlotte!' with a kind, cheering smile and