“Yes, Mr. Archer. We, must have somewhere to go to. It ain’t easy to get a room at any moment, now them railways is everywheres.”
“But I hope as how you’re comfortable where you are, Sara?”
“Yes, Mr. Archer. But what am I to do for all your kindness?”
“You can pay me all in a lump, if you like, Sara. Only you don’t owe me nothing.”
Her colour came and went. She was not used to men. She could not tell what he would have her understand, and could not help trembling.
“What do you mean, Mr. Archer?” she faltered out.
“I mean you can give me yourself, Sara, and that’ll clear all scores.”
“But, Mr. Archer—you’ve been a-teaching of me good things—You don’t mean to marry me!” exclaimed Sara, bursting into tears.
“Of course I do, Sara. Don’t cry about it. I won’t if you don’t like.”
This is how Stephen came to change his mind about his stock in trade.