We have had nothing to eat since you went because it has been Lent.

So, if you had been here, you would not have been able to get a bit of luncheon.
I dare say you have been a great deal better off at Scroope.
Father Marty says that you Protestants will have to keep your Lent hereafter,--eighty days at a time instead of forty; and that we Catholics will be allowed to eat just what we like, while you Protestants will have to look on at us.

If so, I think I'll manage to give you a little bit.
Do come back to your own Kate as soon as you can.

I need not tell you that I love you better than all the world because you know it already.

I am not a bit jealous of the proper young lady, and I hope that she will fall in love with your brother.