In the meantime, hold your tongues.
Silence on this occasion will be gold; speech won't even be silver." Mrs.Bensusan laughed at this speech in a fat and comfortable sort of way, while Rhoda grinned, and escorted Lucian to the front door.

She looked so uncanny, with her red hair and black eyes, that the barrister could not forbear a question.
"Are you English, my girl ?" "No, I ain't!" retorted Rhoda emphatically.

"I'm of the gentle Romany." "A gipsy!" "So you Gorgios call us!" replied the girl, and shut the door with what seemed to be unnecessary violence.

Lucian went off with the cloak over his arm, somewhat discomposed by this last piece of information.
"A gipsy!" he repeated.

"Humph! Can good come out of Nazareth?
I don't trust that girl much.