"How helping him on?" asked Biddy, with a steady sort of glance.
"Well! Joe is a dear good fellow—in fact, I think he is the dearest fellow that ever lived—but he is rather backward in some things. For instance, Biddy, in his learning and his manners."
Although I was looking at Biddy as I spoke, and although she opened her eyes very wide when I had spoken, she did not look at me.
"Oh, his manners! Won't his manners do then?" asked Biddy, plucking a black currant leaf.
"My dear Biddy, they do very well here———"
"Oh! they do very well here?" interposed Biddy, looking closely at the leaf in her hand.
"Hear me out—but if I were to remove Joe into a higher sphere, as I shall hope to remove him when I fully come into my property, they would hardly do him justice."
"And don't you think he knows that?" asked Biddy.
It was such a very provoking question
