； whereat she half laughed； half cried； and we both went into the parlour。 By the fire stood a little fellow of three years old； in plaid frock and trousers。
“That is my little boy；” said Bessie directly。
“Then you are married； Bessie？”
“Yes； nearly five years since to Robert Leaven； the coachman； and I’ve a little girl besides Bobby there； that I’ve christened Jane。”
“And you don’t live at Gateshead？”
“I live at the lodge： the old porter has left。”
“Well； and how do they all get on？ Tell me everything about them； Bessie： but sit down first； and； Bobby； e and sit on my knee； will you？” but Bobby preferred sidling over to his mother。
“You’re not grown so very tall； Miss Jane； nor so very stout；” continued Mrs。 Leaven。 “I dare say they’ve not kept you too well at school： Miss Reed is the head and shoulders taller than you are； and Miss Georgiana would make two of you in breadth。”
“Georgiana is handsome； I suppose； Bessie？”
“Very。 She went up to London last winter with her mama； and there everybody admired her； and a young lord fell in love with her： but his relations were against the match； and—what do you think？—he and Miss Georgiana made it up to run away； but they were found out and stopped。 It was Miss Reed that found them out： I believe she was envious； and now she and her sister lead a cat and dog life together； they are always quarrelling—”
“Well； and what of John Reed？”
“Oh； he is not doing so well as his mama could wish。 He went to college； and he got—plucked； I think they call it： and then his uncles wanted him to be a barrister； and study the law： but he is such a dissipated young man； they will never make much of him； I think。”
“What does he look like？”
“He is very tall：