Is it not disgusting ?" Michael's thoughts were now concentrating upon the vital points.
"But have you not got a guardian or something ?" "Not exactly.

Only an old lawyer person who is now in London.

I have seen Papa's will, and I know I can marry when and whom I like if I get his consent--and he would give it in a minute, he is sick of me!" "How fortunate!" Then restlessness seized him again, and he got up, gulped down his tea, and began his pacing.
"I do think it would be a good plan, and we must do it if we can get this person's leave--Yes, and do it quickly before we change our minds, or something interferes.

Everyone would think we were perfectly mad, but as it suits us both, that is no one's business--Only--you are rather young--and er--I don't know Greenbank.

You are sure he is horrid ?" The girl clasped her hands together with force.
"Sure! I should think so--He wears glasses, and has nasty, scrabbly bits of fur on his face, which he thinks is a beard, and he is pompous and he talks like this," and she imitated a precise Boston voice.