She bent down to him, and listened.
I saw her smile, and asked, after we had left the asylum, what he had said.

Jack had stated his opinion of the principal officer of Bethlehem Hospital in these words: "Don't you listen to him, Mistress; he's a poor half-witted creature.

And short, too--not above six inches taller than I am!" But my aunt had not done with Jack's enemy yet.
"I am sorry to trouble you, sir," she resumed--"I have something more to say before I go, and I wish to say it privately.

Can you spare me a few minutes ?" The amiable superintendent declared that he was entirely at her service.
She turned to Jack to say good-bye.

The sudden discovery that she was about to leave him was more than he could sustain; he lost his self-control.
"Stay with me!" cried the poor wretch, seizing her by both hands.