I know you sleep on the ground floor and I will come in and take it.

And if not--well, I don't want to make any trouble.
"Yours truly, "A FRIEND." "When did you get this ?" he asked.
"This morning," she replied.

"I sent the Agony to the paper by telegram, I knew you would come." "Oh, you did, did you ?" he said.
Her assurance was very pleasing to him.

The faith that her words implied gave him an odd little feeling of comfort and happiness.
"I can easily get you out of this," he added; "give me your address and when the gentleman comes--" "That is impossible," she replied hurriedly.

"Please don't think I'm ungrateful, and don't think I'm being silly--you do think I'm being silly, don't you!" "I have never harboured such an unworthy thought," he said virtuously.
"Yes, you have," she persisted, "but really I can't tell you where I am living.