Couldn't she even remember whether the writing looked masculine or feminine?
No; she had not the slightest idea; it was not her business to "pry" and Mrs.Wick closed her bloodless lips with virtuous severity.
He had tea and walked back again to the shop, w ere as he girt himself with his apron, he chuckled contentedly.
"Has Mrs.Cross looked in ?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," answered his henchman, "she was here day before yes'day, and asked where you was.

I said you was travelling for your health in foreign parts." "And what did she say to that ?" "She said 'Oh'-- that's all, sir.

It was a very small order she gave.

I can't make out how she manages to use so little sugar in her 'ouse.
It's certain the servant doesn't have her tea too sweet--what do _you_ think, sir ?" Warburton spoke of something else.
At nine o'clock he sat at home awaiting his visitor.

The expected knock soon sounded and Sherwood was shown into the room.