"Stop," she had said, giving him a little pull at the arm; "I won't go on.

Uncle is always teasing me with some old-fashioned wit.

And I've had quite enough of you to-day, sir.

Mind you come over to-morrow before you go to your shooting." And so she had left him.
We may as well learn here what was the question in dispute between the uncle and cousin, as they were walking there on the broad gravel path behind the Great House.

"Bernard," the old man had said, "I wish this matter could be settled between you and Bell." "Is there any hurry about it, sir ?" "Yes, there is hurry; or, rather, as I hate hurry in all things, I would say that there is ground for despatch.