"He'll think better of that."
"And wherever can I put them? And me on'y one room, forby Paul's. And no cleaning and airing, and nothing. That's what worrits me."
"Hold your tongue! Put the lady in your son's room. Your son won't need it to-night."
"That's where I did put her."
"Very well; leave her there."
"And the gentleman, too, belike?"
"The gentleman will go back with me. Come, get away!"
"Quite right; on'y there's no airing and cleaning; and I declare I'm that fearsome—"
Hugh Ritson had taken the landlady by the shoulders and was pushing her out of the room.
"One moment," he whispered, and drew her back. "Anything doing upstairs?"