Yes, she's going off to foreign parts to-morrow, for the rest of the winter months; and be-chok'd if I don't wish I could do the same, for my wynd-pipe is furred like a flue." When the old woman had left the room, Melbury turned to his daughter and said, "So, Grace, you've lost your new friend, and your chance of keeping her company and writing her travels is quite gone from ye!" Grace said nothing.
"Now," he went on, emphatically, "'tis Winterborne's affair has done this.

Oh yes, 'tis.

So let me say one word.

Promise me that you will not meet him again without my knowledge." "I never do meet him, father, either without your knowledge or with it." "So much the better.

I don't like the look of this at all.