My answering in the affirmative gave him great satisfaction.
‘I believe my breath will get long next, my memory’s getting so much so,’ said Mr. Omer. ‘Well, sir, we’ve got a young relation of hers here, under articles to us, that has as elegant a taste in the dress-making business — I assure you I don’t believe there’s a Duchess in England can touch her.’
‘Not little Em’ly?’ said I, involuntarily.
‘Em’ly’s her name,’ said Mr. Omer, ‘and she’s little too.
But if you’ll believe me, she has such a face of her own that half the women in this town are mad against her.’