If _he_ catches you, there's no chance." Tilda had time in her distress to be astonished by his voice.

It was pure, distinct, with the tone of a sphere not hers.

Yet she recognised it.

She had heard celestial beings--ladies and gentlemen in Maggs's three-shilling seats--talk in voices like this boy's.
"I've took a 'eap o' trouble to find yer," she said.

"An' now I've done it, _all_ depends on our gettin' out o' this.