"Oh, what did he say ?" "'Tell her,' he cried," rejoined Pillichody, "'that my last thoughts were of her.'" "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Patience, hysterically.
"'Tell her also,' he added," pursued Pillichody, "'that I trust she will fulfil my last injunction.'" "That I will," replied Patience.

"Name it." "He conjured you to marry me," replied Pillichody.

"I am sure you will not hesitate to comply with the request." "I don't believe a word of this," cried Patience.

"Blaize was a great deal too jealous to bequeath me to another." "Right, sweetheart, right," cried the individual in question, pushing open the door.

"This has all been done to try your fidelity.