The Tenants of Malory. Volume 2. Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan

she made him a little frightened courtesy, and acknowledged that she was Sally Rumble, though she could not tell what was to follow.

      "I've been waiting; I came here to see you – pray, shut the door – from two gentlemen, Jews whom you know —friends– don't be uneasy – friends of mine, friends of yours– Mr. Goldshed and Mr. Levi, the kindest, sweetest, sharpest fellows alive, and here's a note from them – you can read?"

      "Read! Law bless you – yes, sir," answered Sally.

      "Thanks for the blessing: read the note; it's only to tell you I'm the person they mentioned this morning, Mr. Dingwell. Are the rooms ready? You can make me comfortable – eh?"

      "In a humble way, sir," she answered, with a courtesy.

      "Yes, of course; I'm a humble fellow, and – I hear you're a sensible young lady. These little pitchers here, of course, have ears: I'll say all that's necessary as we go up: there's a fellow with a cab at the door, isn't there? Well, there's some little luggage of mine on it – we must get it up stairs; give the Hamal something to lend a hand; but first let me see my rooms."