But I don't want Tom to die, unkind as he is to me.

People are always saying that he won't make old bones--how horrid it is to talk of a person's bones!--and I'm sure I sometimes make myself wretched about him, as he knows, though he doesn't thank me for it." And here Mrs Halliday's sobs got the better of her utterance, and Mr.
Sheldon was fain to say something of a consolatory nature.
"Come, come," he said, "I won't tease you any more.

That's against the laws of hospitality, isn't it ?--only there are some things which you can't expect a man to forget, you know.

However, let bygones be bygones.

As for poor old Tom, I daresay he'll live to be a hale, hearty old man, in spite of the croakers.