"If they haven't, I'm blind and deaf.

If I have come into your house once during the past year and found Mrs.Mirrable in it, and the two sitting and whispering, I've come ten times.

This evening I came in at dusk; I turned the handle of the door and peeped into the best parlour, and there they were, nose and knees together, starting away from each other as soon as they saw me, Nance giving one of her faint cries, and the two making believe to have been talking of the weather.
It's always so.

And I want to know what secret they have got hold of, and whether I'm poison, that I can't be trusted with it." Jabez Gum slowly turned his eyes on the two in question.

His wife lifted her hands in deprecation at the idea that she should have a secret: Mirrable was laughing.
"Nancy's secret to-night, when you interrupted us, was telling me of a dream she had regarding Lord Hartledon, and of how she mistook Mr.Elster for him the morning he came down," cried the latter.