Thank you, Frank," said the squire, and his brow grew as clear as the blue sky above him.

I doubt if Riccabocca could have got him out of his dilemma with the same ease as Frank had done.
"Halt there, my men,--lads and lasses too,--there, halt a bit.

Mrs.
Fairfield, do you hear ?--halt.

I think his reverence has given us a capital sermon.

Go up to the Great House all of you, and drink a glass to his health.