But our other friend,' he added, looking under the table and about the floor--'sharpest and cunningest of all the sharp and cunning ones--where's he ?' 'In Barnaby's room,' rejoined the widow, with a faint smile.
'Ah! He's a knowing blade!' said Varden, shaking his head.

'I should be sorry to talk secrets before him.

Oh! He's a deep customer.

I've no doubt he can read, and write, and cast accounts if he chooses.

What was that?
Him tapping at the door ?' 'No,' returned the widow.