It's all settled now, isn't it, Mr.Tudor ?' 'Oh yes, I suppose so,' said Charley.
'Well, and what do you say, Norah ?' 'Oh, I'm sure I'm agreeable if he is.

Ha! ha! ha! I only hope he won't think me too forward--he! he! he!' And then with another kiss, and very few more words of any sort, Charley took himself off.
'I'll have nothing more to do with him,' said Norah, bursting into tears, as soon as the door was well bolted after Charley's exit.

'I'm only losing myself with him.

He don't mean anything, and I said he didn't all along.

He'd have pitched me to Old Scratch, while I was sitting there on his knee, if he'd have had his own way--so he would;' and poor Norah cried heartily, as she went to her work in her usual way among the bottles and taps.
'Why, you fool you, what do you expect?
You don't think he's to jump down your throat, do you?
You can but try it on; and then if it don't do, why there's the other one to fall back on; only, if I had the choice, I'd rather have young Tudor, too.' 'So would I,' said Norah; 'I can't abide that other fellow.' 'Well, there, that's how it is, you know--beggars can't be choosers.