"A pretty gentleman," said she, "to brew his own beer and undersell a poor widow that have been here all her days and her father before her! But the Colonel won't let me be driven out altogether, no more will Mr.Walter: he do manage for the old gentleman now." Monckton sipped and waited for the name of Hope, but it did not come.
The good lady deluged him with the things that interested her.

She was to have a bit of a farm added on to the Dun Cow.

It was to be grass land, and not much labor wanted.

She couldn't undertake that; was it likely?
But for milking of cows and making butter or cheese, that she was as good at as here and there one; and if she could have the custom of the miners for her milk.

"But, la, sir," said she, "I'll go bail as that there Bartley will take and set up a dairy against me, as he have a beer shop." "Bartley ?" said Monckton, inquiringly.
"Ay, sir; him as owns the mine, and the beer shop, and all, worse luck for me." "Bartley?
Who is he ?" "Oh, one of those chaps that rise from nothing nowadays.