I think you will gain little by sending me to Kelstein, mother: but you need not be afraid for me there." "You speak in enigmas." "And my tone, you would say, is something too theatrical for your taste?
Well, well, dear mother, 'tis the privilege of a house with a doom upon it to talk tragedy: for, you know, Molly declares we have a doom upon us, though we cannot agree what 'tis.

I uphold it to be debt, or papa's tantrums, or perhaps Old Jeffrey [apparently the Wesley family ghost] but she will have it to be something deeper, and that one day we shall awake and see that it includes all three." "It appears to be my doom," said Mrs.Wesley, her face relaxing, "to listen to a deal of nonsense from my daughters." "And who's to blame, dear?
You chose to marry at twenty, and here you have a daughter unmarried at seven and twenty.

Now I respect and love you, as you well know: but every now and then reason steps in and proves to me that I am seven years your senior--which is absurd, and the absurder for the grave wise face you put upon it.

So come along, sweet-and-twenty, and help me pack my buskins." Hetty led the way upstairs humming an air which (though her mother did not recognise it) was Purcell's setting of a song in _Twelfth Night_: "Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.".