"You will perceive that I cannot lose a tenant through your remaining in the room to-night." "Och!" said the Irishman, "if the lady can't lave to-night, shure ah' I will take the other room, for be jabers I wouldn't have a woman turned out of doors for me." "You need not fear about that, my good friend," remarked Mr.Elder.
"Does the room suit you ?" "Yes! It does well enough for myself and my children," was the answer.
"Then you can consider yourself a tenant from to-night," Mr.Elder said.

"Go and bring your things here.

By the time you return I shall have the room vacated and ready for you." "Jist as you say, yer honor," replied the man, as he bowed himself from the room.
"And now, my good woman," remarked Mr.Elder, "you will perceive the necessity of removing your children and whatever articles you may have here to some other place at once.

I cannot be induced to grant any further time, and lose tenants by the operation." "Great God, sir!" exclaimed Mrs.Wentworth, "where am I to go to?
I know of no place where I can find a shelter this night.

You cannot, must not, force me to leave." "I trust you will not put me to the necessity of having you ejected by force," remarked Mr.Elder.