The silversmith's shop looked exactly the same as when he had first seen it: the gas burning dimly, the tarnished old salvers and tankards gleaming duskily in the faint light, with all manner of purple and greenish hues.
Mr.Tulliver was in his little den at the back of the shop, and emerged with his usual rapidity at the ringing of the door-bell.
"O, it's you, is it, sir ?" he asked in an indifferent, half-insolent tone.

"What can I do for you this evening ?" "Is your late master's granddaughter, Mrs.Holbrook, here ?" Gilbert asked.
"No; Mrs.Holbrook went away on the morning after my master's death.

I told you that when you called here last." "I am quite aware of that; but I thought it likely Mrs.Holbrook might return here with her husband, to take possession of the property, which I suppose you know now belongs to her." "Yes, I know all about that; but she hasn't come yet to take possession; she doesn't seem in such a desperate hurry about it.

I daresay she knows that things are safe enough.

Medler the lawyer is not the kind of party to be cheated out of sixpence.