Knight looked up and saw the vicar striding towards the house, and Mrs.Swancourt waddling beside him like a hard-driven duck.
'As you are so faint, it will be much better to let me carry you down,' said Knight; 'or at any rate inside out of the rain.' But her objection to be lifted made it impossible for him to support her for more than five steps.
'This is folly, great folly,' he exclaimed, setting her down.
'Indeed!' she murmured, with tears in her eyes.

'I say I will not be carried, and you say this is folly!' 'So it is.' 'No, it isn't!' 'It is folly, I think.

At any rate, the origin of it all is.' 'I don't agree to it.

And you needn't get so angry with me; I am not worth it.' 'Indeed you are.

You are worth the enmity of princes, as was said of such another.