"And next to Porlock, Frank, my anxiety is about you." "Upon my honour, aunt, I am very much obliged.

I shall be all right, you'll see." "Greshamsbury, my dear boy, is not now what it used to be." "Isn't it ?" asked Frank.
"No, Frank; by no means.

I do not wish to say a word against your father.

It may, perhaps have been his misfortune, rather than his fault--" "She is always down on the governor; always," said Frank to himself; resolving to stick bravely to the side of the house to which he had elected to belong.
"But there is the fact, Frank, too plain to us all; Greshamsbury is not what it was.

It is your duty to restore it to its former importance." "My duty!" said Frank, rather puzzled.
"Yes, Frank, your duty.