“I should think she couldn’t wery well be off o’ that,” said Sam.

“Have you any little thing of that kind in hand, sir?” inquired the favoured gentleman in blue, drawing a toothpick from his waistcoat pocket.

“Not exactly,” said Sam. “There’s no daughters at my place, else o’ course I should ha’ made up to vun on ’em. As it is, I don’t think I can do with anythin’ under a female markis. I might keep up with a young ’ooman o’ large property as hadn’t a title, if she made wery fierce love to me. Not else.”