“Come this way,” said Amy, drawing him towards the passage.
“Vell, what is it?” inquired Cooney, who now began to be a little alarmed. “Out wi’ it. Let us know the whole and true particulars.”
“I wish you’d hold your tongue, you fool,” said Amy. “You’ve a great deal too much to say. Listen to me for a moment, if you please.”
“Vell, aint I a-listenin’ to your sweet voice?—In course I am. I like to hear you speak.”
“Can you give me the address of Mr. Rawton?”
Cooney gave a prolonged “Ah!” and looked puzzled.
“Don’t you hear? I want Mr. Rawton’s address.”
“Do you?”
“Yes—at least missus does. She sent me down for it.”
“Vell, you see, my pretty pet, I can’t give it.”