I'm the only friend she's got, and I'm not going to see her put upon.

So just tell me this in two words--what is it you're a-going to do ?' And then Mrs.Davis replaced her kerchief in the basket, stood boldly erect in the middle of the passage, waiting for Charley's answer.
Just at this moment Mr.Snape again appeared in the passage, going towards Mr.Oldeschole's room.

The pernicious old man! He hated Charley Tudor; and, to tell the truth, there was no love lost between them.

Charley, afflicted and out of spirits as he was at the moment, could not resist the opportunity of being impertinent to his old foe: 'I'm afraid you'll make yourself very tired, Mr.Snape, if you walk about so much,' said he.

Mr.Snape merely looked at him, and then hard at Mrs.Davis, and passed on to Mr.Oldeschole's room.
'Well, Mr.Tudor, will you be so good as to tell me what it is you're going to do about this poor girl ?' 'My goodness, Mrs.Davis, you know how I am situated--how can you expect me to give an answer to such a question in such a place as this?
I'll come to the 'Cat and Whistle' on Tuesday.' 'Gammon!' said the eloquent lady.