A dog, she thought. A dog, barking in the street. There wasn't anyone calling her name, it was just a dog. It was a dog, and she didn't have to wake up and she didn't have to bake the pies yet and she didn't have hungry customers waiting for her, which was all very good because Nellie was very, very tired.
But there was no denying it the second time, and even though she somehow convinced herself that there was no sun rising and there were no rays of light coming through her window, when she heard it the third time, she knew it to be his voice.
"Mrs. Lovett."
The thought of him watching her sleep made her smile.