I dare say you'd let me have a look in, just to see how things is goin' on.

I saw him at the window as I passed at dinner-time, and we just nodded to each other, but I hadn't time to stop.' The old woman admitted him.

In the house was an exultant savour of frying onions; a hissing sound came from the sitting-room.
'Cooking your supper, eh, Mrs.Butterfield ?' said Bower, with genial familiarity.

'Why, that's right make yourself comfortable.

Don't you fuss about, now; I'll sit down here; I like the smell.' Mrs.Butterfield was not at all the same woman with this visitor that she was with strangers.