You wait till I go and tell Teddy," she continued, turning to the trembling Mr.Wilks.

"If 'e's got the 'art of a man in 'im you'll see." With this dire threat, and turning occasionally to bestow another fierce glance upon the steward, she walked to the door and, opening it to its full extent, closed it behind her with a crash and darted across the alley to her own house.

The two men gazed at each other without speaking, and then Mr.Wilks, stepping over to the door, turned the key in the lock.
"You're not afraid of Teddy ?" said the staring Nugent.
"Teddy!" said Mr.Wilks, snapping his huge fingers.

"I'm not afraid o' fifty Teddies; but she might come back with 'im.

If it 'adn't ha' been for you, sir, I don't know wot wouldn't 'ave happened." "Go and draw some beer and get me a clean pipe," said Nugent, dropping into a chair.