Mrs Yolland sat down opposite to him, and gave him his nip.

I went on to the door, excessively uncomfortable, and said I thought I must bid them good-night--and yet I didn't go.
"So she means to leave ?" says the Sergeant.

"What is she to do when she does leave?
Sad, sad! The poor creature has got no friends in the world, except you and me." "Ah, but she has though!" says Mrs.Yolland.

"She came in here, as I told you, this evening; and, after sitting and talking a little with my girl Lucy and me she asked to go up-stairs by herself, into Lucy's room.
It's the only room in our place where there's pen and ink.

'I want to write a letter to a friend,' she says 'and I can't do it for the prying and peeping of the servants up at the house.' Who the letter was written to I can't tell you: it must have been a mortal long one, judging by the time she stopped up-stairs over it.