For a moment he hesitated, and then, with the dignity of a man whose spelling has nothing to conceal, struck a match and lit the lamp.

The lamp lighted, he lowered the blind, and then seating himself by the window turned with a majestic air to a thin slip of a girl with tow-coloured hair, who stood by the door.
"Who are you ?" he demanded, gruffly.
"My name's Vickers," said the young lady.

"Selina Vickers.

I heard all what you've been saying to my Joseph, but, thank goodness, I can take my own part.

I don't want nobody to fight my battles for me.