What did you say, George?
Not coming! What is it ?' 'An adventure.' 'What! a petticoat ?' 'Yes,' Sir George answered, smirking.
'Well, you find 'em in odd places.

Take care of yourself.

But shut the door, that is a good fellow.

There is a d----d draught.' Sir George complied, and, nodding to the servants, walked back to the woman.

As he reached her the carriage with its lights whirled away, and left them in darkness.
Soane wondered if he were not a fool for his pains, and advanced a step nearer to conviction when the woman with an impatient 'Come!' started along the road; moving at a smart pace in the direction which the chariot had taken, and betraying so little shyness or timidity as to seem unconscious of his company.