The lady that wants it wants it badly.

And, between you and me, you'd better let her have it.

'Twill be bad for you if you don't." "Bad for me?
Who is she, then ?" The barber held his tongue, and the girl repeated the question.
"I am not at liberty to tell you.

And as she is going abroad soon it makes no difference who she is at all." "She wants it to go abroad wi' ?" Percombe assented by a nod.

The girl regarded him reflectively.
"Barber Percombe," she said, "I know who 'tis.