Devilish awkward scrape, yours." "Never fear, Fred; time enough for all that.

For the present, if you permit me, I'll follow up my acquaintance with our fair friend here." "Gently, gently!" said he, with a look of most imposing seriousness.

"Don't mistake her; she's not a mere country girl: you understand ?--been bred in a convent here,--rather superior kind of thing." "Come, come, Fred, I'm not the man to interfere with you for a moment." "Good-night, Senhor," said the old miller, who had been waiting patiently all this time to pay his respects before going.
"Yes, that's it!" cried Power, eagerly.

"Good-night, Pedrillo." "_Buonos noches_," lisped out Margeritta, with a slight curtsy.
I sprang forward to acknowledge her salutation, when Power coolly interposed between us, and closing the door after them, placed his back against it.
"Master Charley, I must read you a lesson--" "You inveterate hypocrite, don't attempt this nonsense with _me_.

But come, tell me how long you have been here ?" "Just twenty-four of the shortest hours I ever passed at an outpost.