Might I ask, my dear Mary, if you have any further word of advice for me before I go ?" "Yes, uncle," replied Mary quite calmly.

"I advise you not to lose so much of--of your money, or to sit up so late at night, which, you know, never agrees with you.

Also, I wish you wouldn't abuse Morris for nothing, because he doesn't deserve it, and I don't like it; and if we are all to live together after I am married, it will be so much more comfortable if we can come to an understanding first." Then muttering something beneath his breath about ladies in general and this young lady in particular, the Colonel departed with speed.
Mary sat down in an armchair, and fanned herself with a pocket-handkerchief.
"Thinking of the right thing to say always makes me hot," she remarked.
"Well, if by the right thing you mean the strong thing, you certainly discovered it," replied Morris, looking at her with affectionate admiration.
"I know; but it had to be done, dear.

He's losing a lot of money, which is mere waste"-- here Morris groaned, but asked no questions--"besides," and her voice became earnest, "I will not have him talking to you like that.

The fact that one man is the father of another man doesn't give him the right to abuse him like a pickpocket.