"No, sir," she replied. "All he seems to want is to be left alone."
"But he will see me?"
"O, yes, sir! He'll keep his promise."
Once there was an interval of more than half-an-hour, during which I ate some cold meat and bread she brought me, and drank a pint bottle of stout.
There was another occasion when she suddenly paused, with her finger at her lips.
"What are you stopping for, Fanny?" I asked.
"Speak low, sir," she said. "Devlin!"
"Where?" I said, much startled.
"He has just opened the street-door, sir."
"I heard nothing, Fanny."