A sudden movement on Grizzel's part startled me. Catching up her pail, she darted across the yard by the pond as fast as her pattens would go, poured the milk into the pig-trough with a dash, and disappeared indoors. Looking round for any possible cause for this, I caught sight of a man in light fustian clothes hovering about in the field by the hay-ricks. It was Sandy Lett; he had walked over on the chance of getting to see her. But she did not come out again. The next move in the drama was made by Lett. The following Monday he presented himself before the Squire--dressed in his Sunday-going things, and a new hat on--to ask him to be so good as to settle the matter, for it was "getting a'most beyond him." "Why, how can I settle it?" demanded the Squire. "What have I to do with it?" "It's a tormenting of me pretty nigh into fiddle-strings," pleaded Lett. "What with her caprices--for sometimes her speaks to me as pleasant as a angel, while at others her won't speak nohow; and what with that dratted folk over yonder a-teasing of me"--jerking his head in the direction of Church Dykely--"I don't get no peace of my life. It be a shame, Squire, for any woman to treat a man as she's a-treating me." "I can't make her have you if she won't have you," exploded the Squire, not liking the appeal. "It is said, you know, that she would rather have Roper." Sandy Lett, who had a great idea of his own merits, turned his nose up in the air. "Beg pardon, Squire," he said, "but that won't wash, that won't. Grizzel couldn't have nothing serious to say to that there Roper; nought but a day-labourer on a farm; _she couldn't_: and if he don't keep his distance from her, I'll wring his ugly head round for him. Look at me beside him!--my good home wi' its m'hogany furniture in't. I can keep her a'most like a lady. She may have in a wench once a week for the washing and scrubbing, if she likes: I'd not deny her nothing in reason. And for that there Roper to think to put hisself atween us! No; 'twon't do: the moon's not made o' green cheese. Grizzel's a bit light-hearted, sir; fond o' chatter; and Roper he've played upon that. But if you'd speak a word for me, Squire, so as I may have the banns put up----" "What the deuce, Lett, do you suppose I have to do with my women-servants and their banns?" testily interrupted the Squire. "I can't interfere to make her marry you. But I'll tell you thus much, and her too: if there is to be this perpetual uproar about Grizzel, she shall quit my house before the twelvemonth she engaged herself for is up. And that's a disgrace for any young woman."