Jos clasped his hands and cried, "He would go back to India. He would do anything, only he must have time: they mustn't say anything to Mrs. Crawley--she'd--she'd kill me if she knew it. You don't know what a terrible woman she is," the poor wretch said.
"Then, why not come away with me?" said Dobbin in reply; but Jos had not the courage. "He would see Dobbin again in the morning; he must on no account say that he had been there. He must go now. Becky might come in." And Dobbin quitted him, full of forebodings.

Jos clasped his hands and agreed. He would go back to India. He would do anything, only he must have time: and they mustn't say anything to Mrs. Crawley.
"She'd - she'd kill me if she knew. You don't know what a terrible woman she is," the poor wretch said.
"Then why not come away with me?" asked Dobbin; but Jos had not the courage. Dobbin must go now, he said. Becky might come in. And Dobbin left, full of forebodings.
