Varden fancied as he glanced at her that she shrunk from his eye; and that she busied herself about the wounded gentleman to avoid him the better.
It was time he went to bed, she said.

He was to be removed to his own home on the morrow, and he had already exceeded his time for sitting up, by a full hour.

Acting on this hint, the locksmith prepared to take his leave.
'By the bye,' said Edward, as he shook him by the hand, and looked from him to Mrs Rudge and back again, 'what noise was that below?
I heard your voice in the midst of it, and should have inquired before, but our other conversation drove it from my memory.

What was it ?' The locksmith looked towards her, and bit his lip.

She leant against the chair, and bent her eyes upon the ground.