Can you think of no other way out of it ?" "No, miss, at present I see nothing else.

Unless you will place it all in the hands of the police." "Constable Jobbins, to wit, or his son! No, thank you, Mrs.Busk, not yet.

Surely we are not quite reduced to such a hopeless pass as that.

My father knew what the police were worth, and so does Betsy, and so does Major Hockin.

'Pompous noodles,' the Major calls them, who lay hold of every thing by the wrong end." "Then if he can lay hold of the right end, miss, what better could you do than consult him ?" I had been thinking of this already, and pride alone debarred me.