I really wish poor Austin had hit on something else; I'd much rather have no religion, and enjoy life while I'm in it, than choose one to worry me here and bedevil me hereafter.

But some people, my dear, have a taste for being miserable, and provide, like poor Austin, for its gratification in the next world as well as here.

Ha, ha, ha! how grave the little woman looks! Don't you think me very wicked?
You know you do; and very likely you are right.

Who makes your dresses, my dear?
You _are_ such a figure of fun!' 'Mrs.Rusk, I think, ordered _this_ dress.

I and Mary Quince planned it.