Caroline's illness was now explained to him.
'I'll take Caroline with me to-morrow,' he said.

'Louisa wishes to stay--there 's a pic-nic.

Will you look to her, and bring her with you ?' 'My dear Van,' replied Andrew, 'stop with Louisa?
Now, in confidence, it's as bad as a couple of wives; no disrespect to my excellent good Harry at home; but Louisa--I don't know how it is--but Louisa, you lose your head, you're in a whirl, you're an automaton, a teetotum! I haven't a notion of what I've been doing or saying since I came here.

My belief is, I 've been lying right and left.

I shall be found out to a certainty: Oh! if she's made her mind up for the pic-nic, somebody must stop.