Everybody called Jean Montague "Jim Tague," and pronounced the Tague in one syllable; when he finally acquiesced in the sensible, popular decision, from which he could not well appeal, his very children were unaware that they were Montagues.
Arthur told Lorry of his engagement to Madelene an hour after he told his mother--he and Lorry were heading a barrel as they talked.

This supreme proof of friendship moved Laurent to give proof of appreciation.

That evening he and Arthur took a walk to the top of Reservoir Hill, to see the sun set and the moon rise.

It was under the softening and expanding influence of the big, yellow moon upon the hills and valleys and ghostly river that Laurent told his secret--a secret that in the mere telling, and still more in itself, was to have a profound influence upon the persons of this narrative.
"When I was at school," he began, "you may remember I used to carry the washing to and fro for mother." "Yes," said Arthur.

He remembered how he liked to slip away from home and help Lorry with the big baskets.
"Well, one of the places I used to go to was old Preston Wilmot's; they had a little money left in those days and used to hire mother now and then." "So the Wilmots owe her, too," said Arthur, with a laugh.