human
Sir! sir! Mr. Thorold! she called. And then, as he checked his horse:
gpt
Is the gentleman all right? He's a furriner, and I never did hold as they could pay honest.
human
What are you talking about, Mrs. Timber?
gpt
Why, of the gentleman you sent to me, sir.
human
I sent no gentleman. Stay! Do you mean Captain Lestrange?
gpt
Yes, sir, that's his name--a nasty French name. He said you recommended my house. I'm sure I'm very much obliged, Mr. Thorold. Here Mrs. Timber dropped her best curtsy and smiled a sour smile.
human
But I arsk again, sir, is he good pay?
gpt
I don't know anything about the gentleman, Mrs. Timber, he said, giving his horse the spur.
human
He is a stranger to me.
gpt
Oh, is he? muttered the landlady to herself as Alan galloped off.
human
Well, he don't get nothing out of me till I sees the color of his money. The idea of giving Mr. Thorold's name when he had no right to! Ah! I doubt he's a robber of the widder and the orphan. But I'll show him!