Are you going ?' 'I suppose you know you have kept us waiting,' said his sister.
'Awf'ly sorry.

Couldn't get here before.' He spoke as if he had not altogether the command of his tongue, and with a fixed meaningless smile.
'We had better not delay,' said Barmby, taking up his hat.

'Seven o'clock.

We ought to be at Charing Cross before eight; that will allow us about three hours.' They set forth at once.

By private agreement between the girls, Jessica Morgan attached herself to Mr.Barmby, allowing Nancy to follow with her brother, as they walked rapidly towards Camberwell Green.