And now, business is business.

Let's get it over.

What have you come about?
Glad to see you--understand that." Emilia lifted her eyes to his.
"You know I love you, sir." "I'm sure you're a grateful little woman." She rose: "Oh! how can I speak it!" An idea that his daughters had possibly sent her to herald one of the renowned physicians of London, concerning whom he was perpetually being plagued by them, or to lead him to one, flashed through Mr.Pole.He was not in a state to weigh the absolute value of such a suspicion, but it seemed probable; it explained an extraordinary proceeding; and, having conceived, his wrath took it up as a fact, and fought with it.
"Stop! If that's what you've come for, we'll bring matters to a crisis.
You fancy me ill, don't you, my dear ?" "You do not look well, sir." Emilia's unhesitating reply confirmed his suspicion.
"I am well.

I am, I say! And now, understand that, if that's your business, I won't go to the fellow, and I won't see him here.

They'll make me out mad, next.