Then Philip stood up, for he felt as if anything he could say sitting down would not be sufficiently expressive of gratitude, and William instantly followed his example.
Hepburn began in a formal manner, something the way in which he had read in the York newspapers that honourable members returned thanks when their health was given.
'I can hardly express my feelings' (Coulson nudged him) 'his feelings, too--of gratitude.

Oh, Master John! Master Jeremiah, I thought it might come i' time; nay, I've thought it might come afore long; but I niver thought as it would be so much, or made so easy.
We've got good kind friends--we have, have we not, William ?--and we'll do our best, and I hope as we shall come up to their wishes.' Philip's voice quivered a little, as some remembrance passed across his mind; at this unusual moment of expansion out it came.

'I wish mother could ha' seen this day.' 'She shall see a better day, my lad, when thy name and William's is painted over t' shop-door, and J.and J.Foster blacked out.' 'Nay, master,' said William, 'that mun never be.

I'd a'most sooner not come in for the business.

Anyhow, it must be 'late J.and J.
Foster,' and I'm not sure as I can stomach that.' 'Well, well, William,' said John Foster, highly gratified, 'there be time enough to talk over that.