Adieu, Mrs.Buller, once more.
Farewell, little one, I wish you good-morning, Madam.

Adolphe, seat yourself; make your bow, Adolphe.

Adieu, dear friends!" She gave a flick with the whip, which the pony resented by shaking his head; after which he seemed, so to speak, to snatch up the little cart, my great-grandmother, and Adolphe, and to run off with them at a good round pace.
"What an extraordinary turn-out!" said the Surgeon's wife.

(She was an Irish attorney's daughter, with the commonest of faces, and the most unprecedented of bonnets.

She and her husband had lately "set up" a waggonette, the expense of which just made it difficult for them to live upon their means, and the varnish of which added a care to life.) "Fancy driving down High Street in that!" she continued; "and just when everybody is going out, too!" "Uncommon sensible little affair, I think," said the Surgeon.