It was for the first time in her life that Miss Costigan had ever heard of Mr.Kotzebue's existence, but she looked as if she was very much interested, and her sympathy sufficed for honest Pen.
And in the midst of this simple conversation, the hour and a quarter which poor Pen could afford to allow himself, passed away only too quickly; and he had taken leave, he was gone, and away on his rapid road homewards on the back of Rebecca.

She was called upon to show her mettle in the three journeys which she made that day.
"What was that he was talking about, the madness of Hamlet, and the theory of the great German critic on the subject ?" Emily asked of her father.
"'Deed then I don't know, Milly dear," answered the Captain.

"We'll ask Bows when he comes." "Anyhow, he's a nice, fair-spoken pretty young man," the lady said: "how many tickets did he take of you ?" "Faith, then, he took six, and gev me two guineas, Milly," the Captain said.

"I suppose them young chaps is not too flush of coin." "He's full of book-learning," Miss Fotheringay continued.

"Kotzebue! He, he, what a droll name indeed, now; and the poor fellow killed by Sand, too! Did ye ever hear such a thing?
I'll ask Bows about it, papa, dear." "A queer death, sure enough," ejaculated the Captain, and changed the painful theme.