Here she lit a lamp; then, without speaking, guided them over the house, of which she appeared to be the only inhabitant.

There were seven rooms; only three of them contained any furniture.

Then they all returned to the comfortless parlour.
'Your chest is bad,' Egremont remarked, looking curiously at the woman.
'Yes, I dessay it is,' was the ungracious reply.
'Well, I don't think we need trouble you any more at present, but I shall probably have to come again in a day or two.' 'I dessay you'll find me here.' 'And feeling better, I hope.

The weather gives you much trouble, no doubt.' He held half a crown to her.

She regarded it, clasped it in the hand which was against her bosom, and at length dropped a curtsy, though without speaking.
'What a poor crabbed old creature!' Egremont exclaimed, as they walked away.