'Of course you knew it would!' Elizabeth's eyebrows lifted.

The look, half tolerant, half amused, with which she greeted sallies of this kind was one of her attractions for the Squire.
'What's Captain Dell been doing ?' she inquired.
'Marking time!' was the testy reply.

'He's been no good by himself--I knew he wouldn't be--no more use than old Hull.' Elizabeth's expression showed her sceptical.
'And the timber ?' 'Just where you left it.

The rascally fellows want all sorts of conditions.

You may accept them if you like--I won't.