She looked with an anxious countenance, first at one, and then at the other, but scarcely knew what to say.

Woodward, however, who was better acquainted with the usages of society, and the deference due to the presence of women, than the brusque, but somewhat fiery Milesian, now said, with a smile and a bow to that gentleman: "Sir, I submit; I am vanquished.

If you are as successful in love as you are in banter, I should not wish to enter the list against you.
"Faith, sir," replied O'Connor, with a poor-humored laugh, "if your sword is as sharp as your wit, you'd be an ugly customer to meet in a quarrel." O'Connor, who had been there for some time, now rose to take his leave, at which Alice felt rather satisfied.

Indeed, she could not avoid observing that, whatever the cause of it might be, there seemed to exist some secret feeling of dislike between them, which occasioned her no inconsiderable apprehension.

O'Connor she knew was kind-hearted and generous, but, at the same time, as quick as gunpowder in taking and resenting an insult.