"I've been looking for you; and it's just as well for you I found you without more ado." "I'm just going out," said Eliza; "I can't stay now." "You'll just stop a bit where you are, and hear what I'm going to say." "I can't," said she, angrily; but he was at the door, and she made no movement towards it.
He talked right on.

"I'm going away," he said.

"I've packed up all that I possess here in this place, and I'm going to depart by this afternoon's train.

No one much knows of this intention.

I take it you won't interfere, so I don't mind confiding my design to your _kind_ and _sympathetic_ breast." The emphasis he laid on the eulogy was evidently intended for bitter sarcasm.