Have a drop of the ale before you go--and don't stare, William, don't stare.

I'll let the light in on you as soon as we are out of the house.

Off with you for the rods! I want to be on the road in five minutes." When I came back with the rods and tackle I found Mr.Dark in the dog-cart.
"Money, luggage, fishing-rods, papers of directions, copy of anonymous letter, guide-book, map," says he, running over in his mind the things wanted for the journey--"all right so far.

Drive off." I took the reins and started the horse.

As we left the house I saw my mistress and Josephine looking after us from two of the windows on the second floor.