We must make the best of it; and if bad be the best, it is no fault of ours.

Come in!' 'Well, master,' said Blathers, entering the room followed by his colleague, and making the door fast, before he said any more.

'This warn't a put-up thing.' 'And what the devil's a put-up thing ?' demanded the doctor, impatiently.
'We call it a put-up robbery, ladies,' said Blathers, turning to them, as if he pitied their ignorance, but had a contempt for the doctor's, 'when the servants is in it.' 'Nobody suspected them, in this case,' said Mrs.Maylie.
'Wery likely not, ma'am,' replied Blathers; 'but they might have been in it, for all that.' 'More likely on that wery account,' said Duff.
'We find it was a town hand,' said Blathers, continuing his report; 'for the style of work is first-rate.' 'Wery pretty indeed it is,' remarked Duff, in an undertone.
'There was two of 'em in it,' continued Blathers; 'and they had a boy with 'em; that's plain from the size of the window.

That's all to be said at present.

We'll see this lad that you've got upstairs at once, if you please.' 'Perhaps they will take something to drink first, Mrs.Maylie ?' said the doctor: his face brightening, as if some new thought had occurred to him.
'Oh! to be sure!' exclaimed Rose, eagerly.