"If she had been going to leave her present situation, she would have mentioned it, in the first place, to _me_." "Mistaken ?" cries Mrs.Yolland.

"Why, only an hour ago she bought some things she wanted for travelling--of my own self, Mr.Betteredge, in this very room.

And that reminds me," says the wearisome woman, suddenly beginning to feel in her pocket, "of something I have got it on my mind to say about Rosanna and her money.

Are you either of you likely to see her when you go back to the house ?" "I'll take a message to the poor thing, with the greatest pleasure," answered Sergeant Cuff, before I could put in a word edgewise.
Mrs.Yolland produced out of her pocket, a few shillings and sixpences, and counted them out with a most particular and exasperating carefulness in the palm of her hand.

She offered the money to the Sergeant, looking mighty loth to part with it all the while.
"Might I ask you to give this back to Rosanna, with my love and respects ?" says Mrs.Yolland.