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"You needn't be afraid of harming the girl, sir," he said to Mr.

Franklin, speaking in a loud voice, so that Rosanna might hear him. "On

the contrary, I recommend you to honour me with your confidence, if you

feel any interest in Rosanna Spearman."

Mr. Franklin instantly took on not to have noticed the girls either. He

answered, speaking loudly on his side: "I take no interest whatever in Rosanna Spearman."

I looked towards the end of the walk. All I saw at the distance was

that Rosanna suddenly turned round, the moment Mr. Franklin had spoken.

Instead of resisting Penelope, as she had done the moment before, she

now let my daughter take her by the arm and lead her back to the house.

The breakfast-bell rang as the two girls disappeared--and even Sergeant

Cuff was now obliged to give it up as a bad job! He said to me quietly,

"I shall go to Frizinghall, Mr. Betteredge; and I shall be back before

two." He went his way without a word more--and for some few hours we

were well rid of him.

"You must make it right with Rosanna," Mr. Franklin said to me, when we

were alone. "I seem to be fated to say or do something awkward, before

that unlucky girl. You must have seen yourself that Sergeant Cuff laid

a trap for both of us. If he could confuse ME, or irritate HER into

breaking out, either she or I might have said something which would

answer his purpose. On the spur of the moment, I saw no better way out

of it than the way I took. It stopped the girl from saying anything,

and it showed the Sergeant that I saw through him. He was evidently

listening, Betteredge, when I was speaking to you last night."

He had done worse than listen, as I privately thought to myself. He had

remembered my telling him that the girl was in love with Mr. Franklin;

and he had calculated on THAT, when he appealed to Mr. Franklin's

interest in Rosanna--in Rosanna's hearing.

"As to listening, sir," I remarked (keeping the other point to myself),

"we shall all be rowing in the same boat if this sort of thing goes

on much longer. Prying, and peeping, and listening are the natural

occupations of people situated as we are. In another day or two, Mr.

Franklin, we shall all be struck dumb together--for this reason, that

we shall all be listening to surprise each other's secrets, and all know

it. Excuse my breaking out, sir. The horrid mystery hanging over us in

this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild. I won't

forget what you have told me. I'll take the first opportunity of making

it right with Rosanna Spearman."