Not Dennis.
'I tell you what it is, young women,' said Mr Dennis, 'I an't much of a
lady's man myself, nor am I a party in the present business further than
lending a willing hand to my friends: but if I see much more of this
here sort of thing, I shall become a principal instead of a accessory. I
tell you candid.'
'Why have you brought us here?' said Emma. 'Are we to be murdered?'
'Murdered!' cried Dennis, sitting down upon a stool, and regarding her
with great favour. 'Why, my dear, who'd murder sich chickabiddies as
you? If you was to ask me, now, whether you was brought here to be
married, there might be something in it.'
And here he exchanged a grin with Hugh, who removed his eyes from Dolly
for the purpose.
'No, no,' said Dennis, 'there'll be no murdering, my pets. Nothing of
that sort. Quite the contrairy.'
'You are an older man than your companion, sir,' said Emma, trembling.
'Have you no pity for us? Do you not consider that we are women?'
'I do indeed, my dear,' retorted Dennis. 'It would be very hard not to,
with two such specimens afore my eyes. Ha ha! Oh yes, I consider that.
We all consider that, miss.'
He shook his head waggishly, leered at Hugh again, and laughed very
much, as if he had said a noble thing, and rather thought he was coming
out.
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