I've done with you both." "No, you haven't, Master Rayburn," said the lad softly.

"I was coming to see you this evening, to ask you to go with me for a day, hunting for minerals and those stones you showed me in the old cavern, where the hot spring is." "Done with you, quite," said the old man fiercely, as he began to bait his hook with another worm.
"And I say, Master Rayburn, I want to come and read with you." "An untoward generation," said the old man.

"There, be off! I'm wasting time, and I want my trout, and _thymallus_, my grayling, for man must eat, and it's very nice to eat trout and grayling, boy.

Be off! I've quite done with you." And the old man turned his back, and waded a few steps upstream.
"I say, Master Rayburn," continued the lad, "when you said `Bah!' in that sharp way, it was just like the bark of one of the great black birds." "What, sir!" snapped the old man; "compare me to a raven ?" "You compared me and my father, and the Darleys, all to ravens, sir." "Humph! Yes, so I did," muttered the old fisherman.
"I didn't mean to be rude.

But you reminded me: I saw one of them fly over just before I met you, sir.