Where is he ?' 'Shall I send and tell him you want to speak to him ?' 'By all means--directly.' Mr Prothero was soon in the house again, at Miss Gwynne's bidding.

He looked more than usually red and excited.
'Mr Prothero, I would stake my life upon it, that girl has not gone off with your son.

I don't like the Irish, or their beggars more than you do; but I am very fond of Gladys, and she shall not lose her character, or die of starvation whilst I have a horse to send after her, or a shilling to help her.' 'That's very well for you, Miss Gwynne, but Owen is no relation of yours; and I don't cheuse him to marry an Irish beggar.

This house is bewitched, and my children are bewitched, all except Rowland.' Miss Gwynne wondered what Mr Prothero would think of _him_ if he knew all.
'Well, Mr Prothero, will you send after Gladys, or shall I?
You needn't have her back here.

There is a situation of schoolmistress or lady's maid for her at once.