And till he turns up we shall 'ave to stay.'
'The gentleman's here? but no one has come;
And no one can come—it is much too late.
Mr. Vane is out—he will soon be home;
But I really must ask you not to wait.'
The man laid a finger against his nose;
With a horrible slyness look'd at me:
'We understands all that 'ere, I suppose;
But you'd better come to terms,' said he.
I stared at the man with my vacant eyes,