I was never at the Wells before.

Dear me! the coach has turned.

How far off shall we hear the bells to say I'm coming?
I know I'm to have bells.

Mr.Beamish, Mr.Beamish! I must have a chatter with a woman, and I'm in awe of you, sir, that I am, but men and men I see to talk to for a lift of my finger, by the dozen, in my duke's palace--though they're old ones, that's true--but a woman who's a lady, and kind enough to be my maid, I haven't met yet since I had the right to wear a coronet.

There, I'll hold Chloe's hand, and that'll do.