I'm not going to have it.
"Bless you, you're neither so young nor so old as all that!" Suddenly he grasped both her arms and looked her in the face.

"My dear young lady," he said gently, "I'm not your only friend, but I'm a stout friend--so stout that there isn't a mount can carry us both together.
When you ride, I walk; when I ride, you walk--you understand?
We don't walk or ride together.

I'm taking care of you.

Your life is too good to be ruined by rashness.

You're in a 'state,' as my old housekeeper would say, but you'll be all right presently.