They're thinking about the last pot of porter they had, or the next they're to get.

Deary me, I am so glad! Of course you'll marry her." "You forget my father." "No, I don't.

What has a father to do with it?
You're old enough to please yourself without asking your father.

Besides, Lord bless me, the archdeacon isn't the man to bear malice.

He'll storm and threaten and stop the supplies for a month or so.