Polly had returned to her chamber, Mrs.Bubb was in the Cheesemans' room.

He went down into the kitchen, where the gas was burning, and sat till the landlady came down.
"I don't see as you did much good," was Mrs.Bubb's first remark, in the tone which signifies reaction after excitement.

"It weren't worth breaking a door in, it seems to me." Gammon hung his head.
"Didn't Polly tell her anything ?" "She stuck out she knew where the 'usband was, and that's all." "How do you know ?" "Polly said so as she went upstairs, and 'oped her awnt 'ud sleep well on it." "H'm! I suppose that's why I couldn't get a word out of Mrs.Clover.
Have the door mended, Mrs.Bubb, and charge me with it.

Got anything to drink handy ?" "That I 'aven't, Mr.Gammon, except water." Gammon looked at his watch.
"Why, it's only just half-past eleven.

Hanged if I didn't think it was past midnight! I must go round and get a drop of something." When he came back from quenching his thirst the house was in darkness.
He strode the familiar ascent, and by Polly's door (barricaded inside with the chest of drawers) hummed a mirthful strain.