'Don't speak to him for the world.

I entreat, I order you!' 'Good Heaven, aunt!' said I.'He is nothing but a sturdy beggar.' 'You don't know what he is!' replied my aunt.

'You don't know who he is! You don't know what you say!' We had stopped in an empty door-way, while this was passing, and he had stopped too.
'Don't look at him!' said my aunt, as I turned my head indignantly, 'but get me a coach, my dear, and wait for me in St.Paul's Churchyard.' 'Wait for you ?' I replied.
'Yes,' rejoined my aunt.

'I must go alone.

I must go with him.' 'With him, aunt?
This man ?' 'I am in my senses,' she replied, 'and I tell you I must.