"Bless her!" said Dixon. "She's as sweet as a nut. There are three people I love; its Missus, Master Frederick, and her. Just them three. That's all. The rest be hanged, for I don't know what they're in the world for. Master was born, I suppose, for to marry missus. If I thought he loved her properly, I might get to love him in time. But he should ha' made a deal more on her, and not been always reading, reading, thinking, thinking. 
'Bless her!' said Dixon. 'There are three people I love: missus, Master Frederick, and her. Just them three. The rest be hanged - I don't know what they're in the world for. Master should ha' made more of her, and not been always reading, reading, thinking, thinking. 