She chatted on artlessly enough, till the old man came in, and to dinner, in capital humour, without saying one word of Elsley.
"How has the old lion been tamed ?" thought Tom.

"The two greatest affronts you could offer him in old times were, to break an engagement, and to despise his good cheer." He did not know what the quiet oil on the waters of such a spirit as Mary's can effect.
The evening passed pleasantly enough till nine, in chatting over old times, and listening to the history of every extraordinary trout and fox which had been killed within twenty miles, when the footboy entered with a somewhat scared face.
"Please, sir, is Mr.Vavasour here ?" "Here?
Who wants him ?" "Mrs.Brown, sir, in Hemmelford Street.

Says he lodges with her, and has been to seek for him at Dr.Thurnall's." "I think you had better go, Mr.Thurnall," said Mary, quietly.
"Indeed you had, boy.

Bother poets, and the day they first began to breed in Whitbury! Such an evening spoilt! Have a cup of coffee?
No?
then a glass of sherry ?" Out went Tom.

Mrs.Brown had been up, and seen him seemingly sleeping; then had heard him run downstairs hurriedly.