I wish I could cease rhapsodizing over those two girls, but I cannot.

You may pass over it as you read, if you do not like it.
"Ye gods! did ever a creature so perfect as she tread the earth ?" asked John, meaning, of course, Dorothy.
"No," answered I, meaning, of course, Madge.
The girls entered the inn, and John and I descended to the tap-room for the purpose of consulting Will Dawson concerning the state of Aunt Dorothy's health.
When we entered the tap-room Will was standing near the fireplace with a mug of hot punch in his hand.

When I touched him, he almost dropped the mug so great was his surprise at seeing me.
"Sir Mal--" he began to say, but I stopped him by a gesture.

He instantly recovered his composure and appeared not to recognize me.
I spoke in broken English, for, as you know, I belong more to France than to any other country.

"I am Sir Francois de Lorraine," said I."I wish to inquire if Lady Crawford is in good health ?" "Her ladyship is ill, sir, I am sorry to say," responded Will, taking off his hat.