'I assure you I can manage capitally, and will send back the horses, and a message to papa.' 'I am afraid it would not be right--I think the girl has low fever--Mr Gwynne would object.' 'I assure you it would be quite right, and I don't fear infection and papa would let me do just as I like.

In short, I mean to stay, and you must go directly.

Is young Jenkins at home, Mr Rowland ?' 'Yes, he returned a few hours before his father's death.' 'I suppose that horrid old man died as rich as Croesus, and, according to custom in such cases, his son will spend the money.' 'I wish he had not got it,' said Mrs Prothero.
'That is scarcely a fair wish, mother.

Let us hope that he will do well with it.' 'Never, never.

He was not born or bred in a way to make him turn out well.' 'Nothing is impossible, mother.' 'You must take care of Netta, Mrs Prothero.