It's not fair to call it rubbishy." "Not read it, no, nor never shall, and may be I'll never see it acted either.

But I hope it will be, Lavinia, for your sake.

But take care, it's ill falling in love with a man who's fond of his cups." Lavinia made no reply.

Her face had suddenly gone grave.
Hannah ceased to tease her and bustled about to get supper--something warm and comforting, stewed rabbit and toasted cheese to follow.
The bedroom shared by Lavinia and Hannah was in the front of the house.
About two o'clock both were awakened by the champing of a horse and the squeaking and scraping of wheels followed by a loud wrangling in a deep bass growl and a shrill treble.
"That's the mistress--drat her," grumbled Hannah from under the coverlet.

"She's a-beatin' down the coachman.