'I beg it, Fleetwood! I beg you to take the man.

Her ladyship will receive me badly, ring or no ring, if she hears of your being left alone.

I really can't present myself.

I shall not go, not go.

I say no.' 'Stay, then,' said Fleetwood.
He turned to Woodseer with an air of deference, and requested the privilege of glancing at his notebook again, and scanned it closely at one of the pages.