She shall not go out as long as I remain to watch over her; And as for my health, what matters it?
I give it cheerfully, sir.

I sacrifice it at the altar of my duty." "Upon my word, Madam," Mr.Clump now said bluntly, "I won't answer for her life if she remains locked up in that dark room.

She is so nervous that we may lose her any day; and if you wish Captain Crawley to be her heir, I warn you frankly, Madam, that you are doing your very best to serve him." "Gracious mercy! is her life in danger ?" Mrs.Bute cried.

"Why, why, Mr.Clump, did you not inform me sooner ?" The night before, Mr.Clump and Dr.Squills had had a consultation (over a bottle of wine at the house of Sir Lapin Warren, whose lady was about to present him with a thirteenth blessing), regarding Miss Crawley and her case.
"What a little harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley.

Devilish good Madeira." "What a fool Rawdon Crawley has been," Clump replied, "to go and marry a governess! There was something about the girl, too." "Green eyes, fair skin, pretty figure, famous frontal development," Squills remarked.