"And so will I," said Austin. "We're too wide awake for that. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy.
"I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn.
During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge.
"Halloa!" exclaimed Austin, who had caught a glimpse of her departing figure, "one of the women is gone!"
"No—no," hastily interposed Mrs. Spurling; "they're both here. Don't you see they're putting on their cloaks?"
"That's false!" rejoined Marvel, in a low tone; "I perceive what has taken place."
"Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm. "You won't betray him."
"Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner.
"Will you be mine!"
"It's a very unfair advantage to take—very," replied Mrs. Spurling; "however I consent."