Egad, you bit me to some purpose." "Oh, ay, you allude to the affair of 'Hop-and-go-constant' and 'Pat the Spanker;' but you know, my dear sir, I gave you heavy boot;" and as he spoke, he pulled up the lapels of his coat, and glanced complacently at the profile of his face and person in the glass.
"Pray, is Miss Folliard at home, sir ?" "Again I'm forgotten," thought the squire.

"Ah, what an affectionate son-in-law he'd make! What a tender husband for Helen! Why, hang the fellow, he has a heart for nobody, but himself.

She is at home, Sir Robert, but the truth is, I don't think it would become me, as a father anxious for the happiness of his child, and that child, an only one, to sacrifice her happiness--the happiness of her whole life--to wealth or ambition.

You know she herself entertains a strong prejudice--no, that's not the word--" "I beg your pardon, sir; that is the word; her distaste to me is a prejudice, and nothing else." "No, Sir Robert; it is not the word.

Antipathy is the word.