"There's a bit of fire here," said Thompson, "and you can make yourselves a little warm." He himself was shivering with the cold.

"When the gents is ready in there, I'll just come and fetch you." "I may go in with him ?" said Mrs.Crawley.
"I'll have a chair for you at the end of the table, just nigh to him," said Thompson.

"You can slip into it and say nothing to nobody." Then he left them and went away to the magistrates.
Mr.Crawley had not spoken a word since he had entered the vehicle.
Nor had she said much to him, but had sat with him holding his hand in hers.

Now he spoke to her,--"Where is it that we are ?" he asked.
"At Silverbridge, dearest." "But what is this chamber?
And why are we here ?" "We are to wait here till the magistrates are ready.

They are in the next room." "But this is the Inn ?" "Yes, dear, it is the Inn." "And I see crowds of people about." There were crowds of people about.