Mr Cockley held on to his empty bowl and produced his own scraggier looking napkin from a pocket to dab at his own mouth, after placing it away he glanced back to Helena to answer her slightly concerned about the idea that anything might come back on him.<br/><br/><em>"Well, I ain't one to be saying stuff bout er really I dun do nuthin but drive for her so I see little of er but she neva been unkind to me and pays well.   Tha aunt of ers she is anuther thing shes  jus like the rest of em, dun like me nun either she got it in fur me an all of those who the Misstress pays she dun like her nieces attitude."<br/></em><br/>He turned to return the bowl to its rightful place before confirming Helena's inquiry with a nod and a few nervous words. Mr Cockley's roots where somewhat of an embarrassment to him with others although he was not ashamed he knew others would look down upon him and it may perhaps cost him his job.<em>"Yer I am, I was not always so I handled the horses an carts, carriages most me life know the streets too. Miss Ashwin is the first to employ me to drive a cab though, I thought it wer a trick at first to good to be tru with the pay an all but nah its good work betar than before."</em>