Why, it was him she had come to see, after all.

He came down to her directly, radiant, and then put on a stiff manner he often had to wear, out of fidelity to Bartley, who did not deserve it.
"This is early for you to be out, Miss Bartley." "Of course it is," said she.

"But I know it is the time of day when you are kind to anybody that comes, and mend all their rubbish for them, and I could kill them for their impudence in wasting your time so.

And I am as bad as the rest.

For here I am wasting your time in my turn.