" Genteel!" cried Luke Marks, with a hoarse laugh; " who
wants you to be genteel, I wonder P Not me for one; when
you're my wife you won't have over-much time for gentility, mj
giri. French, too! Dang me, Phoebe, I suppose when we've
saved money enough between us to buy a bit of a farm, you'll
be pa/>-lyvooing to the cows P "
She bit her Hp as her lover spoke, and looked away. He
went on cutting and chopping at a rude handle he was fashion¬
ing to the stake, whistHng softly to himself aU the while, and
not once looking at his cousin.
For some time they were silent, but by-and-by she said, with
her face still turned away from her companion,—
"What a fine thing it is for Miss Graham, that was, to travel
with her maid and her courier, and her chariot and four, and a
husband that thinks there isn't one spot upon all the earth that's
good enough for her to set her foot upon! "
"Ay, it is a fine thing, Phoebe, to have lots of money,"
answered Luke, " and I hope you'U be warned by that, my lass,
to save up your wages agen we get married."
"Why, what was she in Mr. Dawson's house only three
months ago ? " continued the girl, as if she had not heard iier
cousin's speech. " What was she but a servant Hke me ? Taking
wages and working for them as hard, or harder than I did. You
should have seen her shabby clothes, Luke—worn and patched,
and darned, and turned and twisted, yet always looking nice
upon her, somehow. She gives me more as lady's-maid here
than ever she got from Mr. Dawson then. Why, I've seen her
come out of the parlour with a few sovereigns and a Httle silver
in her hand, that master had just given her for her quarter's
salary; and now look at her!"
" Never you mind her," said Luke; " take care of yourself
Phoebe; that's aU you've got to do. Wliat should you say to a
pubHc-house for you and me, by-and-by, my girl? There's
a deal of money to be made out of a pubHc-house."
The girl still sat with her face averted from her lover; her
hands hanging Hstlessly in her lap, and her pale grey eyes fixed
upon the last low streak of crimson dying out behind the trunks
of the trees.
" You should see the inside of the house, Luke," she said;
"it's a tumble-down looking place enough outside; but you
should see my lady's rooms,—all pictures and gilding, and
great looking-gla.sses that stretch from the ceding fx) the floor.
Painted ceiHngs, too, that cost hundreds of pounds, the hons®-
keeper told me, and all done for her."
" She's a lucky one," muttered ijuke, with lazy indifference.
" You should have seen her while we were abroad, with b
erOTvd of gentlemen always hanging about her: Sir Miclip.el