"We'll see what is to be done to-morrow.
I am not at all disposed to alarm my aunt, Betteredge, without a very pressing reason for it.

Good-night." He looked so worn and pale as he nodded to me, and took his candle to go up-stairs, that I ventured to advise his having a drop of brandy-and-water, by way of night-cap.

Mr.Godfrey, walking towards us from the other end of the hall, backed me.

He pressed Mr.Franklin, in the friendliest manner, to take something, before he went to bed.
I only note these trifling circumstances, because, after all I had seen and heard, that day, it pleased me to observe that our two gentlemen were on just as good terms as ever.

Their warfare of words (heard by Penelope in the drawing-room), and their rivalry for the best place in Miss Rachel's good graces, seemed to have set no serious difference between them.