An' you, sir ?" "I wish to speak to Miss Saxon," said Jennings patiently.
Mrs.Pill rubbed her nose and grumbled.

"She's up in the attics," said she, "lookin' at some dresses left by pore Miss Loach, and there ain't a room in the 'ouse fit to let you sit down in, by reason of no chairs being about.

'Ave you come to tell me who killed mistress ?" "No! I don't think the assassin will ever be discovered." "Ah, well.

We're all grass," wailed Mrs.Pill; "but if you wish to see Miss Saxon, see her you will.

Come this way to the lower room, an' I'll go up to the attics." "Let me go, too, and it will save Miss Saxon coming down," said Jennings, wishing to take Juliet unawares.
"Ah, now you speaks sense.