But I am your landlord's daughter, sir.' As there was nothing more to do but pay eight sovereigns in earnest of the bargain, pocket the agreement, appoint a time for the arrival of his furniture and himself, and go, Mr Rokesmith did that as awkwardly as it might be done, and was escorted by his landlord to the outer air.

When R.Wilfer returned, candlestick in hand, to the bosom of his family, he found the bosom agitated.
'Pa,' said Bella, 'we have got a Murderer for a tenant.' 'Pa,' said Lavinia, 'we have got a Robber.' 'To see him unable for his life to look anybody in the face!' said Bella.

'There never was such an exhibition.' 'My dears,' said their father, 'he is a diffident gentleman, and I should say particularly so in the society of girls of your age.' 'Nonsense, our age!' cried Bella, impatiently.

'What's that got to do with him ?' 'Besides, we are not of the same age:--which age ?' demanded Lavinia.
'Never YOU mind, Lavvy,' retorted Bella; 'you wait till you are of an age to ask such questions.

Pa, mark my words! Between Mr Rokesmith and me, there is a natural antipathy and a deep distrust; and something will come of it!' 'My dear, and girls,' said the cherub-patriarch, 'between Mr Rokesmith and me, there is a matter of eight sovereigns, and something for supper shall come of it, if you'll agree upon the article.' This was a neat and happy turn to give the subject, treats being rare in the Wilfer household, where a monotonous appearance of Dutch-cheese at ten o'clock in the evening had been rather frequently commented on by the dimpled shoulders of Miss Bella.