There, please say no more--here comes my uncle.

Forget all about it, Mr.Muller." Her suitor looked up; there was old Silas Croft sure enough, but he was some way off, and walking slowly.
"Do you mean it ?" he said beneath his breath.
"Yes, yes, of course I mean it.

Why do you force me to repeat it ?" "It is that damned _rooibaatje_," he broke out.

"You used not to be like this before.

Curse him, the white-livered Englishman! I will be even with him yet; and I tell you what it is, Bessie: you shall marry me, whether you like or no.