Really, I sympathise with you; let me grasp your hand." "Not if I know it, you cad," said I; "and where's my mother ?" "That's another thing that troubles me," said he.

"Tell me, did she wear a brocaded silk gown with beads?
Most unlucky for us both! Beads never did agree with me.

It's a warning to both of us to be more particular.

Really, you _must_ let me grasp your hand." "Not much!" said I.

"Look here, Blunderbore, I mean to show you up.
I'll let some of our fellows know about you, and you see if they don't make you sit up before long." "I feel much more like lying down," said he.