Well, I think that's the wisest, after all.

You don't lose them, do you?
Pray, Mr.Evan, are you thinking Aunt Bel might still alter her mind for somebody, if she knew his value ?' 'I was presuming to hope there might be a place vacant among the twenty,' said Evan, slightly bowing to both.

'Am I pardoned ?' 'I like you!' returned Aunt Bel, nodding at him.

'Where do you come from?
A young man who'll let himself go for small coin's a jewel worth knowing.' 'Where do I come from ?' drawled Laxley, who had been tapping an egg with a dreary expression.
'Aunt Bel spoke to Mr.Harrington,' said Rose, pettishly.
'Asked him where he came from,' Laxley continued his drawl.

'He didn't answer, so I thought it polite for another of the twenty to strike in.' 'I must thank you expressly,' said Evan, and achieved a cordial bow.
Rose gave Evan one of her bright looks, and then called the attention of Ferdinand Laxley to the fact that he had lost a particular bet made among them.
'What bet ?' asked Laxley.