By this time he knew something of old Tom Cogglesby, and was not astonished that he should have chosen John Raikes to play one of his farces on.

Jack turned off abruptly the moment he saw they were nearing human figures, but soon returned to Evan's side, as if for protection.
'Hoy! Harrington!' shouted Harry, beckoning to him.

'Come, make haste! I'm in a deuce of a mess.' The two Wheedles--Susan and Polly--were standing in front of him, and after his call to Evan, he turned to continue some exhortation or appeal to the common sense of women, largely indulged in by young men when the mischief is done.
'Harrington, do speak to her.

She looks upon you as a sort of parson.

I can't make her believe I didn't send for her.