"I saw you from the window, and fancied you might imagine that I was not at home--if it is I you were coming for." "I was coming to speak one word to you, nothing more," she replied.
"And I can say it here." "No, no.

Please do come in.

Well, then, if you will not come into the house, come as far as the porch." Thus pressed she went on to the porch, and they stood together inside it, Fitzpiers closing her umbrella for her.
"I have merely a request or petition to make," she said.

"My father's servant is ill--a woman you know--and her illness is serious." "I am sorry to hear it.

You wish me to come and see her at once ?" "No; I particularly wish you not to come." "Oh, indeed." "Yes; and she wishes the same.