"Quater fang tooce!" said the student, starting up, and he bounced into his own room, where he locked the door, and where Jos heard him laughing with his comrade on the bed.
The gentleman from Bengal was standing, disconcerted by this incident, when the door of the 92 opened of itself and Becky's little head peeped out full of archness and mischief. She lighted on Jos. "It's you," she said, coming out. "How I have been waiting for you! Stop! not yet--in one minute you shall come in." In that instant she put a rouge-pot, a brandy bottle, and a plate of broken meat into the bed, gave one smooth to her hair, and finally let in her visitor.

As he approached, the student started up, and bounced into his own room, where Jos heard him laughing with his comrade.
Jos was standing disconcerted when the door of 92 opened and Becky's little head peeped out full of archness and mischief.
"It's you," she said, coming out. "How I have been waiting for you! Stop! not yet - in one minute you shall come in." In that instant she put a rouge-pot, a brandy bottle, and a plate of broken meat into the bed, smoothed her hair, and finally let in her visitor.
