He kept turning red and white, and catching up his breath in agitation; it was painful to him to tell of his embarrassments.

I am sure he is a gentleman." "Well, you may take a pound's worth of tickets, Isabel, and give them to the upper servants.

A village concert!" "Oh, papa, it is not--can't you see it is not?
If we, you and I, will promise to be present, all the families round West Lynne will attend, and he will have the room full.

They will go because we do--he said so.
Make a sacrifice for once, dearest papa, and go, if it be only for an hour.

_I_ shall enjoy it if there's nothing but a fiddle and a tambourine." "You gipsy! You are as bad as a professional beggar.