There's a deal o'
trouble a-looking arter it. I'll talk wi' Silas, and settle that.'
By this time he had got upon the worn-tiled floor, and touching his hat
again, he said--
'I'm a-goin' to lock the door, ma'am!'
So with a start, and again whispering--
'Come, Mary--come away'--
With my arm fast in hers, we made a swift departure.
'I feel very faint, Mary,' said I. 'Come quickly. There's nobody following
us?'
'No, Miss, dear. That man with the wooden leg is putting a padlock on the
door.'
'Come _very_ fast,' I said; and when we had got a little farther, I said,
'Look again, and see whether anyone is following.'
'No one, Miss,' answered Mary, plainly surprised. 'He's putting the key in
his pocket, and standin' there a-lookin' after us.'
'Oh, Mary, did not you see it?'
'What, Miss?' asked Mary, almost stopping.
'Come on, Mary. Don't pause. They will observe us,' I whispered, hurrying
her forward.
'What did you see, Miss?' repeated Mary.
'_Mr. Dudley_,' I whispered, with a terrified emphasis, not daring to turn
my head as I spoke.
'Lawk, Miss!' remonstrated honest Quince, with a protracted intonation
of wonder and incredulity, which plainly implied a suspicion that I was
dreaming.
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