'You haven't told me what you were doing, standing here.'
'I don't see as it matters to you, Mr. Ackroyd.'
'No, I suppose it doesn't. Well, good-night!'
'Good-night!'
Each again turned to depart; again Ackroyd came hack.
'Totty!'
'What is it, Mr. Ackroyd?' she exclaimed, fretfully.
'I can't for the life of me make out what you were doing standing there.'
'I don't see as it's any business of yours, Mr. Ackroyd.'
'Still, I'd rather you told me. I suppose you were waiting for somebody?'