"You will not want to go to Hare Street this time," he said, smiling.
"To Hare Street!" I said. "Why should I go there?"
"Well—the pretty cousin!" said he.
I set my teeth. I did not like Mr. Chiffinch's familiarities.
"Well, then, why should I not go?" I asked.
"Why: she is here! Did you not know?"
"Here!—in London."
"Aye: in Whitehall. I saw her only yesterday."
"In Whitehall! What do you mean, Mr. Chiffinch?"
I suppose my face went white. I knew that my heart beat like a hammer.