Now, yon 's my view.
His wife and Mrs.Waddy said reflectively, in a breath, 'True!' 'Drink or no, that's the trick o' brewery,' he added.
They assented.

They began praising him, too, like meek creatures.
'What John says is worth listening to, Mary.

You may be over-careful.

A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds, and you want a steady fire, and not a furnace.' 'Oh, I quite agree with John, Martha: we must take the good and the evil in a world like this.' 'Then I'm no scholar, and you're at ease,' said John.
Mrs.Waddy put her mouth to his ear.
Up went his eyebrows, wrinkling arches over a petrified stare.
In some way she had regained her advantage.

'Art sure of it ?' he inquired.
'Pray, don't offend me by expressing a doubt of it,' she replied, bowing.
John Thresher poised me in the very centre of his gaze.