‘Would ye now?’ said Ruggles, wishing at the moment that he and all his family had been brought up as Roman Catholics.

’I don’t see how you would have more chance of catching her than we have,’ said Carbury.

’She’d catch herself.  Wherever she might be she’d go to the priest, and he wouldn’t leave her till he’d seen her put on the way back to her friends.’

‘With a flea in her lug,’ suggested the farmer.

’Your people never go to a clergyman in their distress.  It’s the last thing they’d think of.  Any one might more probably be regarded as a friend than the parson.  But with us the poor know where to look for sympathy.’

‘She...