I'll lose none.

I tell ye again, ye'll go quickest by going leisurely.

Come in...

take a chair..." He threw open the door of a parlour.
Young Pitt waved aside the invitation.
"I'll wait here.

Make haste, in God's name." Mr.Blood went off to dress and to fetch a case of instruments.
Questions concerning the precise nature of Lord Gildoy's hurt could wait until they were on their way.