She had at first addressed the inquiry to Tess, but the latter could not hear it.
'Somebody's fancy-man, I s'pose,' said Marian laconically.
'I'll lay a guinea he's after Tess.'
'O no. 'Tis a ranter pa'son who's been sniffing after her lately; not a dandy like this.'
'Well—this is the same man.'
'The same man as the preacher? But he's quite different!'
'He hev left off his black coat and white neckercher, and hev cut off his whiskers; but he's the same man for all that.'
'D'ye really think so? Then I'll tell her,' said Marian.
'Don't. She'll see him soon enough.'
'Well, I don't think it at all right for him to join his preaching to courting a married woman, even though her husband mid be abroad, and she, in a sense, a widow.'
'Oh—he can do her no harm,' said Izz drily. 'Her mind can no more be heaved from that one place where it do bide than a stooded waggon from the hole he's in. Lord love 'ee, neither court-paying, nor preaching, nor the seven
