"Murder!" said the stock-broker again.
"Silence!"
"A constable."
"If you dare to say one word of this interview, I will return, and tear you limb from limb."
Mrs. Lovett opened the door of the private room with such a vengeance that the nose of the clerk, who had been listening upon the other side, was seriously damaged thereby. He started back with a howl of pain.
"Fool!" said Mrs. Lovett, as she passed him, and that was all she condescended to say to him;—not by any means an agreeable reminiscence of his last words with a lady to a gentleman who prided himself upon his looks—rather!
Mrs. Lovett reached the street, and walked for some distance as though street it was not. She was only roused to a sense of the world in which she was, by hearing the sound of a voice calling—
"Mum—mum! Here yer is—mum—mum! woo!"
She turned and saw the coach in which she had come to the stock-broker.
"Going back, mum?" said the man.