“Where is the gentleman staying?” asked Becky, offering the man a shilling.
“No, thank you. I am well paid for what I am doing, and I was told not to accept anything. ‘Where is the gentleman staying?’ I have no instructions to answer the question. There is nothing else, I think. Yes, there is something else. Are you well?”
“Quite well.”
“I am to say that? ‘Quite well.’”
“Yes, say ‘Quite well, but very anxious.’”
“Ah! ‘Quite well, but very anxious.’ Good night, miss.”
Then Becky went to her little bedroom, and lighting a candle, opened the packet. Fanny was asleep, and Becky read until late in the night.
