I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world.

He'd never forgive you." "Poh, poh, my dear! Mr.Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any trifling misunderstanding arises between us.

I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite." "Jacobite!" echoed Mrs.Wood.

"Marry, come up! Mightn't he just as reasonably complain of your being a Hanoverian and a Presbyterian?
It's all matter of opinion.

And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel.