"You never have. If I've said it at times, it has always been to myself, just in private, by way of making a little agreeable conversation, for there's no one here fit to talk to. And when you fire up you're the very image of Master Frederick. I could find in my heart to put you in a passion any day just to see his stormy look coming like a great cloud over your face. But now you go out, Miss. I'll watch over Missus; and as for master, his books are company enough for him, if he should come in."
"I will go," said Margaret. She hung about Dixon for a minute or so, as if afraid and irresolute; then, suddenly kissing her, she went quickly out of the room.

'Yet when you fire up, you're the very image of Master Frederick. I'd put you in a passion any day, just to see his stormy look coming like a great cloud over your face. But now you go out, Miss. I'll watch over missus.'
'I will go,' said Margaret. She hung about for a minute, irresolute; then suddenly kissing Dixon, she went quickly out of the room.
