But his sister withheld her consent decisively.

"The idea! Whoever heard of such a thing! Run after a cab!" Her mother, frightened and helpless in the depths of the conveyance, entreated: "Oh, don't let him, Winnie.

He'll get lost.
Don't let him." "Certainly not.

What next! Mr Verloc will be sorry to hear of this nonsense, Stevie,--I can tell you.

He won't be happy at all." The idea of Mr Verloc's grief and unhappiness acting as usual powerfully upon Stevie's fundamentally docile disposition, he abandoned all resistance, and climbed up again on the box, with a face of despair.
The cabby turned at him his enormous and inflamed countenance truculently.