Indeed I'd better go home.

Indeed I had!" "Do not you think your mother has cares enough upon her, and burden enough, without having another mouth to feed, and another head to shelter?
You haven't thought of that, Grace!" "Yes, I have." "And as for the work, whilst you are not quite well you shall not be troubled with teaching.

I have some old papers that want copying and settling, and you shall sit here and do that just for an employment.
Anne knows that I've long wanted to have it done, and I'll tell her that you've kindly promised to do it for me." "No; no; no," said Grace; "I must go home." She was still kneeling at Miss Prettyman's knee, and still holding Miss Prettyman's hand.

And then, at that moment, there came a tap at the door, gentle but yet not humble, a tap which acknowledged, on the part of the tapper, the supremacy in that room of the lady who was sitting there, but which still claimed admittance almost as a right.

The tap was well known by both of them to be the tap of Miss Anne.