I'm packed, and bonnutted, and ready for a start; becas, my dear, where there's none but women, I don't think it natural to stop.

You're splendid! How a little fella like Pole could go and be father to such a mighty big son, with your bit of moustache and your blue eyes! Are they blue or a bit of grey in 'em ?" Mrs.Chump peered closely.

"They're kill'n', let their colour be anyhow.

And I that knew ye when ye were no bigger than my garter! Oh, sir! don't talk of ut; I'll be thinkin', of my coffin.

Ye're glad to see me?
Say, yes.