But, to tell the truth, I don't think much of such things.

I live mostly to myself, Mr Moffat." "I see that you do, and I admire you for it; but, Miss Dunstable, you cannot always live so," and Mr Moffat looked at her in a manner which gave her the first intimation of his coming burst of tenderness.
"That's as may be, Mr Moffat," said she.
He went on beating about the bush for some time--giving her to understand now necessary it was that persons situated as they were should live either for themselves or for each other, and that, above all things, they should beware of falling into the mouths of voracious aristocratic lions who go about looking for prey--till they came to a turn in the grounds; at which Miss Dunstable declared her determination of going in.

She had walked enough, she said.

As by this time Mr Moffat's immediate intentions were becoming visible she thought it prudent to retire.

"Don't let me take you in, Mr Moffat; but my boots are a little damp, and Dr Easyman will never forgive me if I do not hurry in as fast as I can." "Your feet damp ?--I hope not: I do hope not," said he, with a look of the greatest solicitude.
"Oh! it's nothing to signify; but it's well to be prudent, you know.
Good morning, Mr Moffat." "Miss Dunstable!" "Eh--yes!" and Miss Dunstable stopped in the grand path.