But I expect you'll be too busy thinking about that new friend of yours, and perhaps his sister.

What did she tell me we had got to do?
'To her garlands let us bring,' was it not?
You and I will both send wreaths, Michael, though not for her funeral.

Now don't be a hermit any more, but come and see me.

You shall take your garland girl into dinner, if she will come, too; and her brother shall certainly sit next me.

I am so glad you have become yourself at last.