They wouldn't serve you as well as they serve her.

Leave her alone.

Law bless you!' Raymond said, with astounding composure.

And Mrs.Gray left the room, and actually came back with a tray on which there was a pewter flagon of beer.

Little Polly (to whom, at her christening, I had the honour of presenting a silver mug EX OFFICIO) followed with a couple of tobacco-pipes, and the queerest roguish look in her round little chubby face.
'Did you speak to Tapling about the gin, Fanny, my dear ?' Gray asked, after bidding Polly put the pipes on the chimney-piece, which that little person had some difficulty in reaching.