But I hardly know how I should spend my time."
The conversation turned to the subject of Polly, and, as they were
alone together, Mrs. Clover exhibited the letter she had received
from that young lady.
"Now what have you to say to that, Ebenezer? Don't you call it
shameful?"
Mr. Sparkes sighed deeply.
"I've warned her, Louisa, I've warned her solemn. What more can I
do?"
"You see how she goes on about Mr. Gammon. Now I'm as sure as I am
of anything that it's all lies. I don't believe Mr. Gammon has
insulted her. There was something happened before she left Mrs.
Bubb's--a bit of unpleasantness there's no need to talk about; but
I'm as sure as I sit here, Ebenezer, that Mr. Gammon wouldn't insult
any girl in the way Polly says."
"Why don't you ask him?"
Mrs. Clover glanced at the door and betrayed uneasiness.
"To tell you the truth he doesn't come here just now. You won't let
it go any further, Ebenezer, but the truth is he began to take a
sort of fancy to Minnie, and he told me about it, just as he ought
to a'done, and I had to tell him plain that it wasn't a bit of use.
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