"Do what I wish, and I will help you."
No signature.
Mrs Lane clenched her teeth as she crushed the letter in her hand, then
raised her eyes to see the cabman at the door, with her daughter kissing
his hand.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, "has it come to this!"
The next minute Netta was clinging to her, and they wept in unison as
the sound of wheels was heard; and Sam Jenkles apostrophised his ugly
steed.
"Ratty," he said, "I wonder what it feels like to be a fool--whether
it's what I feels just now?"
There was a crack of the whip here, and the hansom trundled along.
"How many half-pints are there in thirty bob, I wonder?" said Sam again.
And then, as he turned into the main road at Upper Holloway, he pulled
up short--to the left London, to the right over the hills to the
country.
"Not above four or five mile, Ratty, and then there'll be no missus to
meet. Ratty, old man, I think I'd better drive myself to Colney Hatch."
Volume 1, Chapter VI.