It was only to the effect that you and Bell must have had a windfall left you, and _he_ never knew a visitor treated so well as you treated yours.
The dainty cakes you had to get her, and the fuss over her, and every blessed thing paid down for with silver of the realm.

Well, well, sometimes it is _convenient_ to have a visitor.

But now I must leave.

Maria, we'll be going.

You have got to get to your sermon on lying as soon as possible.