CHAPTER III: A TURN IN THE DISCUSSION
“I’m afraid d**k’s a lost man,” said the tranter.
“What?—no!” said Mail, implying by his manner that it was a far commoner thing for his ears to report what was not said than that his judgment should be at fault.
“Ay,” said the tranter, still gazing at d**k’s unconscious advance. “I don’t at all like what I see! There’s too many o’ them looks out of the winder without noticing anything; too much shining of boots; too much peeping round corners; too much looking at the clock; telling about clever things she did till you be sick of it; and then upon a hint to that effect a horrible silence about her. I’ve walked the path once in my life and know the country, neighbours; and d**k’s a lost man!” The tranter turned a quarter round and smiled a
