She turned and walked down the street with Barbara, but she was none the more likely to get anything out of her.
Mr.Carlyle returned to his room, deliberated a few moments, and then rang his bell.

A clerk answered it.
"Go to the Buck's Head.

If Mr.Hare and the other magistrates are there, ask them to step over to me." The young man did as he was bid, and came back with the noted justices at his heels.

They obeyed the summons with alacrity, for they believed they had got themselves into a judicial scrape, and that Mr.Carlyle alone could get them out of it.
"I will not request you to sit down," began Mr.Carlyle, "for it is barely a moment I shall detain you.

The more I think about this man's having been put in prison, the less I like it; and I have been considering that you had better all five, come and smoke your pipes at my house this evening, when we shall have time to discuss what must be done.