"You don't mean to say that Zeally suspects you ?" "Why, of course he does!" said Polly.

Prudence urged her to repeat that Zeally was three-parts of a fool; but, being nettled, she spoke the words uppermost: "Who d'ee think he'd suspect ?" Dorothea, however, was too desperately dejected to feel the prick of this shaft.

"You will not help me, then ?" was all her reply to it.
"Why, no, Miss! if you put it in that point-blank way.

A married woman's got to think of her reputation first of all." Polly's attitude might be selfish, unfeeling; but the fundamental incapacity for gratitude in girls of Polly's class will probably surprise and pain their mistresses until the end of the world.

After all, Polly was right.