''What are you-'' she stuttered. ''Why are you here?''
''I came with you,'' he answered. ''Didn't want you walkin' 'round London by yourself.''
''Toby,'' she started. ''I wanted to go on my own, I'm visiting a friend.''
''A friend?'' he asked.
Nellie stayed quiet.
''I doubt that, ma'am,'' Toby smiled.
''What do you mean?''
''I knows why you're goin' back,''
''Yes,'' Nellie said, slowly. ''To visit a friend.''
''No, ma'am,'' Toby said, mocking her tone. ''You's goin' back to see Mr Todd.''
How could he know that?
''Mr Todd?'' Nellie asked. ''Who is Mr Todd?''
''Ma'am, I told you,'' Toby said. ''I may not be smart, but I ain't dumb.''
He was right, he did say that.
''Toby, I know you're not dumb,'' she said. ''But I do not know a Mr Todd.''
''Ma'am, I know you do,'' Toby sighed. ''I can tell.''
''How can you tell?'' she asked.
''Just the way you's been actin' since you heard about that poor bugger got his throat slit,'' he answered. ''I know.''
She knew she would have to confess.
''Why did you lie to me?'' she asked.
''He's a bad man,'' Toby said. ''He was gunna harm you.''
''Toby, I can take care of myself,'' she sighed. ''I love him.''
''But, ma'am, you's married.''
''Yes, but not for love,'' she cried. ''But what is love in these times?!''
''Ma'am?''
''What is it, Toby?''
''Do you really love him?'' he asked.
''Wha-?'' she answered. ''Yes, yes, I believe I do.''
''Well, then. I think I better come with you,'' Toby sighed. ''An' I miss that London air.''
Nellie smiled, and took Toby's hand.
She had learned to forgive lying. She had lied to Sweeney - told him Lucy was ''gone'' - luckily, he hadn't found out he had killed his own wife.
They walked for hours. Three miles later, the chimneypots of London were visible, high in the skies.
''Home.'' Nellie sighed.
