He was worse than weak.

It was not only the disinclination to give pain, or even the dread of the storm that would ensue, which deterred him; but an absurd dislike to think that Mr.Peppermint should be graciously received there as the barmaid's acknowledged admirer.
'Is she really ill now ?' said he.
'She's not so ill but what she shall make herself well enough to welcome you, if you'll say the word that you ought to say.

The most that ails her is fretting at the long delay .-- Bolt the door, child, and go to bed; there will be no one else here now.

Go up, and tell Miss Geraghty to come down; she hasn't got her clothes off yet, I know.' Mrs.Davis was too good a general to press Charley for an absolute, immediate, fixed answer to her question.

She knew that she had already gained much, by talking thus of the proposed marriage, by setting it thus plainly before Charley, without rebuke or denial from him.