Such was the awe in which his descendants held him that Young Ted, a brawny giant, saw nothing absurd in this threat, but informed him, in stammering haste, that nothing was further from his intentions than to treat Miss Kate with disrespect. He accepted this assurance, but caused the two hirelings to quake by saying: “And as for you, you’ll keep out of her way! Couple of clod-crushers!”

At this point, Sarah intervened, telling her father-in-law that there was no call for him to rake the poor lads down, and providing them with generous portions of apple-pie. She spoke sharply, but she was not unappreciative of the tribute he had paid her darling; and when the younger members of the party had withdrawn, and Mr Nidd had bade her empty her budget, she said in a much milder tone: “Well, I don’t means to fall into the dismals, but I am in a worry, Father: that I can’t deny.”

“Ah!” said Mr Nidd. “On account of Miss Kate. I suspicioned as much. What brought her back to Lunnon in such a crack? Not but what you don’t have to tell me, because I ain’t a cod’s head! Someone’s tried to give her a slip on the shoulder, which is what I thought would happen, for it stands to reason a spanking beauty like she is, which is allowed by them as should have known better to go jauntering round the country unbefriended, is bound to find herself in the briars.”

“Yes! And well I know it!” cried Sarah, stung by this palpable dig at herself. “But what could I do, when her mind was made up, and she was as poor as a Church rat? I thought she’d be safe with that Mrs Astley!”

“That’s where you was a woolly-crown, my girl,” said Mr Nidd, with a certain amount of satisfaction. “Because if Mrs Astley’s husband is a rabshackle—”

“It wasn’t him!” interrupted Sarah, very much flushed. “He behaved very proper to Miss Kate! It was Mrs Astley’s brother! And he don’t seem to have been a rabshackle, though he’d no business to go trying to kiss Miss Kate! He made her an offer!”