This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge.
"Halloa!" exclaimed Austin, who had caught a glimpse of her departing figure, "one of the women is gone!" "No--no," hastily interposed Mrs.Spurling; "they're both here.

Don't you see they're putting on their cloaks ?" "That's false!" rejoined Marvel, in a low tone; "I perceive what has taken place." "Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm.

"You won't betray him." "Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner.
"Will you be mine!" "It's a very unfair advantage to take--very," replied Mrs.Spurling; "however I consent." "Then I'll lend a helping hand.

I shall lose my fees and the laced coat.
But it's better to have the bride without the weddin' dress, than the weddin' dress without the bride." At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six.
"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone.
"Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time." "We'll be punctual," replied Mrs.Maggot.

"Good bye, Jack! Keep up your spirits." "Now for it!--life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of a female, and stepping towards the door.
As Austin rose to execute his principal's commands, and usher the women to the gate, Mrs.Spurling and Marvel rose too.