I suppose your
grandfather has often spoken to you about me?'
'Not very often, father,' was the murmured answer.
'Well, well; things'll soon be set right. I feel quite proud of you,
Janey; I do, indeed. And I suppose you just keep house for him, eh?'
'I go to work as well.'
'What? You go to work? How's that, I wonder?'
'Didn't Miss Peckover tell you?'
Joseph laughed. The girl could not grasp all these astonishing facts
at once, and the presence of her father made her forget who Miss
Peckover had become.
'You mean my wife, Janey! No, no; she didn't tell me you went to
work;--an accident. But I'm delighted you and Clem are such good
friends. Kind-hearted girl, isn't she?'
Jane whispered an assent.
'No doubt your grandfather often tells you about Australia, and your
uncle that died there?'
'No, he never speaks of Australia. And I never heard of my uncle.'
'Indeed? Ha--hum!'
Joseph continued his examination all the way to Hanover Street,
often expressing surprise, but never varying from the tone of
affection and geniality. When they reached the door of the house he
said:
'Just let me go into the room by myself.
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