Come, you shan't say no.

You won't say no to me, will you, dear old fellow ?" And Wildney looked up to him with that pleasant smile, and the merry light in his dark eyes, which had always been so charming to Eric's fancy.
"There's no refusing you," said Eric with the ghost of a laugh, as he boxed Wildney's ears.

"O you dear little rogue, Charlie, I wish I were you." "Pooh! pooh! now you shan't get sentimental again.

As if you wern't fifty times better than me every way.

I'm sure I don't know how I shall ever love you enough, Eric," he added more seriously, "for all your kindness to me." "I'm so glad you're going to play, though," said Graham; "and so will everybody be; and I'm certain it'll be good for you.