"Although it is rather-- No, I don't know as there is any actual objection to your going.

I suppose the house belongs to you.

But it is shut up.

I think you would find it much pleasanter here, Mrs.Maxwell." His eyebrows were raised, his mouth pursed up.
"I guess I'd better go, if I can jest as well as not; if I can get into the house." Mrs.Field spoke with deprecating persistency.
Mr.Tuxbury turned abruptly toward his desk, and began fumbling in a drawer.

She stood hesitatingly watchful.