“Well, an' what by that?” rejoined the indignant Tilly.

“She's a woman, isn't she, housekeeper or no housekeeper? She's got more to her than that! Who is she — she's got a name?”

“Well, if she has, I don't know,” retorted Tilly, not to be badgered by this lad who had grown up into a man.

“What's her name?” he asked, more gently.

“I'm sure I couldn't tell you,” replied Tilly, on her dignity.

“An' is that all as you've gathered, as she's housekeeping at the vicarage?”

“I've 'eered mention of 'er name, but I couldn't remember it for my life.”