There was no admittns for us though.

"Bah! bah! never mind," says my lord, taking his son affeckshnately by the hand.

"What, two strings to your bow; ay, Algernon?
The dowager a little jealous, miss a little lovesick.

But my lady's fit of anger will vanish, and I promise you, my boy, that you shall see your fair one to-morrow." And so saying, my lord walked master down stares, looking at him as tender and affeckshnat, and speaking to him as sweet as posbill.

Master did not know what to think of it.