"I suppose it is very quiet indeed, and very lonely.

You might walk through these country lanes at night, I dare say, and never meet a soul, eh ?" "Well, there are not many about after dark," I said.
"And you are not much troubled with vagrants or wandering beggars, eh?
Not many tinkers or tramps or rascally gipsies--no vermin of that sort about ?" "I find it rather cold," said Mrs.Heatherstone, drawing her thick sealskin mantle tighter round her figure.

"We are detaining Mr.West, too." "So we are, my dear, so we are.

Drive on, coachman.

Good-day, Mr.West." The carriage rattled away towards the Hall, and I trotted thoughtfully onwards to the little country metropolis.
As I passed up the High Street, Mr.McNeil ran out from his office and beckoned to me to stop.
"Our new tenants have gone out," he said.