I haven't so much as seen him." He paused, with his eyes fixed severely on Tilda's.
She nodded.
"O' course not." "And if, when you go back to the van and tell the Mortimers, you should leave the door open for a minute, forgetful-like, why that's no affair o' mine." "I'm a'most certain to forget," owned Tilda.

"If you'd been brought up half yer time in a tent--" "_To_ be sure.

Now attend to this.

I give Sam Bossom instructions to take the boat down to Stratford with three passengers aboard--you and the Mortimers--as a business speckilation; and it may so happen--I don't say it will, mind you--that sooner or later Mortimer'll want to pick up an extry hand to strengthen his company.

Well, he knows his own business, and inside o' limits I don't interfere.