Martha does not like them because they are like what the boys wear in the coal-pits, but Dr.Brown declares they are just right.

He chose the worsted when we went to see Miss Bennet's mother at the Berlin shop, and left it himself as he drove home, with a bottle of red lavender for my palpitations.

I shall never forget his kindness.

He sat here for an hour and a half on Sunday, and spoke of you to your father as if you had been his own son; and he said himself as he walked up and down Miss Bennet's, right through the shop and into the back parlour and out again, talking about you, till the place was quite full, and Mrs.Simpson could not remember what she had dropped in for, which, as Dr.Brown said, was not to be wondered at, considering Miss Bennet completely forgot to take him up-stairs to see her mother, and it never crossed his own mind till he stopped at our door and found the old lady's sleeping draught with my red drops.

He says he called at your Uncle Henry's office, and congratulated him on having a nephew of spirit, and it was market day, so the office was full.