text:  "_We_ all know that; poor thing she had need find some comforter in all her troubles--her father so poor and in debt to this strange foreigner who's on the water coming home now and has made proposals for her in marriage so they do _say_; but it's like your honour knows more of that than I do--for be not you Mr Lewis I beg pardon Lewis Lewis esquire?" "And what do you know of this sweetheart of hers? Is he her _first_ think ye? _I_ doubt that " rejoined Lewis not noticing his enquiry---- "_You_ may doubt what your honour pleases but _we_ don't--no; never man touched her _hand_ hardly never one her lips before--I did have it from her mother; but as for this one she's found at last we wish she'd a better"---- "What's the matter with him then?" "Oh nothing more than that he's poor sir--poor; and that _we_ don't know much about the stranger"---- "What '_we_' do you mean while you talk of 'we'?" "Lord bless ye sir why us all of this bankside and this side Tivy the great family of us she's just like _our_ little girl to us all; for don't she have all our young ones to give 'em learning whether the Cardigan ladies pay for 'em or don't? And wasn't poor dear old John Bevan the man who would lend every farmer in the parish a help in money or any way only for asking? So it is you see she has grown up among us