Well, I won't stop to be in the way.' 'I say, Mr.Ackroyd!' 'Yes ?' 'There's a notice outside the station as says a man has deserted his wife.' 'Is there?
How do you know ?' 'I read it.' 'Oh, you've been waiting there, have you ?' 'And another thing.

It wasn't no use you looking up at Thyrza Trent's window.

She's away.' 'How do you know I looked up ?' He came nearer, a smile on his face.

Totty averted her eyes.
'I suppose it wasn't me you were waiting for, Totty ?' She said nothing.
'Give me a kiss, Totty.' 'I'm sure I shan't, Mr.Ackroyd!' 'Then let me take one.' She made no resistance.
'When, Totty ?' he whispered, drawing her near.
'Next Christmas, if you haven't taken a drop too much before then.

If I find out you _have_--it's no good you coming after Totty Nancarrow.' She walked with him to the end of the street, then watched him to his house.