I'll go up and see him; I'm master here now.
You can't say aught to that.

By the Lord! but I can buy myself out--I'm sick of soldiering--and we'll settle down here and be comfortable." "We ?" His foot was on the stair by this time.

He turned and nodded.
"Yes, _we_.

It ain't a bad game being mistress o' this house.
Eh, Cousin 'Lizabeth ?" She turned her hot face to the flame, without reply; and he went on his way up the stairs.
'Lizabeth sat for a while staring into the wood embers with shaded eyes.
Whatever the path by which her reflections travelled, it led in the end to the kettle.

She remembered that the tea was still to make, and, on stooping to set the kettle back upon the logs, found it emptied by William's potations.