'I'll be even with you, old fellow, for that,' said Charley to himself; and it may be taken for granted that he kept his word before long.
'Oh! it is no good hushing any more,' said Mrs.Davis, hardly waiting till Mr.Snape's erect ears were out of hearing.

'Hushing won't do no good; there's that girl a-dying, and her grave'll be a-top of your head, Mr.Tudor; mind I tell you that fairly; so now I want to know what it to you're a-going to do.' And then Mrs.Davis lifted up the lid of a market basket which hung on her left arm, took out her pocket-handkerchief, and began to wipe her eyes.
Unfortunate Charley! An idea occurred to him that he might bolt and leave her.

But then the chances were that she would make her way into his very room, and tell her story there, out before them all.

He well knew that this woman was capable of many things if her temper were fairly roused.

And yet what could he say to her to induce her to go out from that building, and leave him alone to his lesser misfortunes?
'She's a-dying, I tell you, Mr.Tudor,' continued the landlady, 'and if she do die, be sure of this, I won't be slow to tell the truth about it.