But there's a lady,--indeed two ladies,--whom I do know.

Mrs.Trevelyan is there, I think,--and Miss Rowley." "You be'ant Muster Trevelyan, be you ?" said Mrs.Crocket, looking at him very hard.
"No, I'm not Mr.Trevelyan." "Nor yet 'the Colonel' they doo be talking about ?" "Well, yes, I am a colonel.

I don't know why anybody should talk about me.

I'll just step out now, however, and see my friends." "It's madam's lover," said Mrs.Crocket to herself, "as sure as eggs is eggs." As she said so, Colonel Osborne boldly walked across the village and pulled the bell at the iron gate, while Bozzle, crouching among the tombs, saw the handle in his hand.

"There he is," said Priscilla.