"Then, mind what I told you," said the matron, and be careful to say as little as you can, or you'll betray us at once."
Mr. Bumble, who had eyed the building with very rueful looks, was apparently about to express some doubts relative to the advisability of proceeding any farther with the enterprise just then, when he was prevented by the appearance of Monks, who opened a small door, near which they stood, and beckoned them inwards.
"Come!" he cried impatiently, stamping his foot upon the ground. "Don't keep me here!"
The woman, who had hesitated at first, walked boldly in without any further invitation, and Mr. Bumble, who was ashamed or afraid to lag behind, followed, obviously very ill at his ease, and with scarcely any of that remarkable dignity which was usually his chief characteristic.
"What the devil made you stand lingering there in the wet?" said Monks, turning round,