"Oh! very well, sir. I've no wish to hear what he's got to say, I'm sure; only, if you could see his shoes, I'm sure you'd say the kitchen was the fitter place."
"He can wipe them, I suppose," said Mr. Hale. So Dixon flung off, to bid him walk up-stairs. She was a little mollified, however, when he looked at his feet with a hesitating air; and then, sitting down on the bottom stair, he took off the offending shoes, and without a word walked up-stairs.
"Sarvant, sir!" said he, slicking his hair down when he came into the room: "If hoo'l excuse me (looking at Margaret) for being i' my stockings; I'se been tramping a' day, and streets is none o' th' cleanest."
Margaret thought that fatigue might account for the change in his manner, for he was unusually quiet and subdued; and he had evidently some difficulty in saying what he came to say.
Mr. Hale's ever-ready sympathy with anything of shyness or hesitation, or want of self-possession, made him come to his aid.

'Oh! very well, sir. Only if you could see his shoes, I'm sure you'd say the kitchen was the fitter place.'
'He can wipe them, I suppose,' said Mr. Hale.
So Dixon flung off, to bid him walk upstairs. She was a little mollified, however, when Higgins looked at his feet; and then, sitting down on the bottom stair, took off the offending shoes, and walked up.
'If hoo'l excuse me for being i' my stockings,' he said, looking at Margaret, 'I'se been tramping all day, and streets is none o' th' cleanest.'
He was unusually subdued; and he had evidently some difficulty in saying what he came to say. Mr. Hale, ever-ready in sympathy with shyness, said:
