He's been to the yacht twice.

We're bound to go out of common politeness." "Spare us, good Lord!" groaned Lorimer.
"What a delightfully fat man is that good religious!" cried Duprez.

"A living proof of the healthiness of Norway!" "He's not a native," put in Macfarlane; "he's frae Yorkshire.

He's only been a matter of three months here, filling the place o' the settled meenister who's awa' for a change of air." "He's a precious specimen of a humbug, anyhow," sighed Lorimer drearily.
"However, I'll be civil to him as long as he doesn't ask me to hear him preach.

At that suggestion I'll fight him.