He had to put forth his strength as he helped her to rise.

"Hope you ain't sopped up much of the rainfall, Miss," he said.

"You are a fine young lady for your age.

Nigh on twelve stone, I should think." She reddened and hurried to the cab, where Agatha was.

But it was full; and Jane, much against her will, had to get into the coach, considerably diminishing the space left for Miss Wilson, to whom Smilash had returned.
"Now, dear lady," he said, "take care you don't slip.