If you keep worritin' yerself this way, you won't never make old bones, an' that's the truth.
You wait a bit, an' give yer cousin a chance to arst you,--if that's what you're troublin' about." "I've given him lots o' chances," said Harriet peevishly.
"Eh well, give him lots more, an' it'll all come right.

We're all born, but we're not buried .-- Hev' another Irish ?" Harriet allowed herself to be persuaded to take another glass.
When the clock pointed to half-past nine, she rose and prepared to depart.

She had told Mrs.Sprowl that she would take the 'bus and go straight home; but something seemed to have led her to alter her purpose, for she made her way to Westminster Bridge, and crossed the river.

Then she made some inquiries of a policeman, and, in consequence, got into a Kennington omnibus.

Very shortly she was set down close by Walcot Square.