"The falling in love with a gentleman of Mr.
Franklin Blake's manners and appearance doesn't seem to me to be the
maddest part of her conduct by any means. However, I'm glad the thing is
cleared up: it relieves one's mind to have things cleared up. Yes,
I'll keep it a secret, Mr. Betteredge. I like to be tender to human
infirmity--though I don't get many chances of exercising that virtue in
my line of life. You think Mr. Franklin Blake hasn't got a suspicion of
the girl's fancy for him? Ah! he would have found it out fast enough if
she had been nice-looking. The ugly women have a bad time of it in this
world; let's hope it will be made up to them in another. You have got a
nice garden here, and a well-kept lawn. See for yourself how much better
the flowers look with grass about them instead of gravel. No, thank you.
I won't take a rose. It goes to my heart to break them off the stem.
Just as it goes to your heart, you know, when there's something wrong in
the servants' hall. Did you notice anything you couldn't account for in
any of the servants when the loss of the Diamond was first found out?"
I had got on very fairly well with Sergeant Cuff so far.
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