'Are we to be murdered ?' 'Murdered!' cried Dennis, sitting down upon a stool, and regarding her with great favour.

'Why, my dear, who'd murder sich chickabiddies as you?
If you was to ask me, now, whether you was brought here to be married, there might be something in it.' And here he exchanged a grin with Hugh, who removed his eyes from Dolly for the purpose.
'No, no,' said Dennis, 'there'll be no murdering, my pets.

Nothing of that sort.

Quite the contrairy.' 'You are an older man than your companion, sir,' said Emma, trembling.
'Have you no pity for us?
Do you not consider that we are women ?' 'I do indeed, my dear,' retorted Dennis.

'It would be very hard not to, with two such specimens afore my eyes.