I could get you away quietly now." She rose, and, pulling her veil down over her pale face, followed him obediently.
Down the stone staircase they went, and through the big, now empty, room downstairs.
"I'll let you out the back way," he said.

"I expect you're tired, ma'am, and will like to get home to a cup o' tea." "I don't know how to thank you!" There were tears in her eyes.
She was trembling with excitement and emotion.

"You have been good to me." "Oh, that's nothing," he said a little awkwardly.

"I expect you went though a pretty bad time, didn't you ?" "Will they be having that old gentleman again ?" she spoke in a whisper, and looked up at him with a pleading, agonised look.
"Good Lord, no! Crazy old fool! We're troubled with a lot of those sort of people, you know, ma'am, and they often do have funny names, too.

You see, that sort is busy all their lives in the City, or what not; then they retires when they gets about sixty, and they're fit to hang themselves with dulness.