He will be here anon." "Then I may as well stay till he comes." "As you will.

Good Martin, step into the village and tell my father here is a friend of his." "And not of yours ?" "My father's friends are mine." "That is doubtful.

It was not like a friend to promise to wait for me, and then make off the moment my back was turned.

Cruel Margaret you little know how I searched the town for you; how for want of you nothing was pleasant to me." "These are idle words; if you had desired my father's company, or mine, you would have come back.

There I had a bed laid for you, sir, at my cousin's, and he would have made much of you, and, who knows, I might have made much of you too.