"Law, m'lady! You did give me a turn."
"You want to cut the bread thinner. And please shut that door."
A slow, heavy shuffling. Then voices. Mrs. Ruddle broke off in the middle of a spirited piece of narrative to listen.
"Yes, Mrs. Ruddle?"
"Yes, m'lady. So I says to him, 'You needn't think you're going to ketch me that way, Joe Sellon,' I says. 'Like to make out you're somebody, don't you,' I says. 'I wonder you 'as the face, seein' what a fool you made of yourself over Aggie Twitterton's 'ens. No,' I says, 'when a proper policeman comes, 'e can ask all the questions 'e likes. But don't you think you can go ordering me about,' I says, 'an' me old enough to be your grandma. You can put away that there note-book,' I says, 'go on,' I says, 'it'd make me old cat laugh ter see yer,' I says
