I can't let you into ladies' secrets; but there is no more chance of her listening to him than of me.

And as for me, I have been trying all the spring to marry him to a young lady with eighty thousand pounds; so you can't complain of me." "Eh?
No.

That's more like and fitting." "Well, now.

Tell his lordship that we are coming; and trust us, Mr.
Bowie: we do not look very villainous, do we ?" "Faith, 'deed then, and I suppose not," said Bowie, using the verb which, in his cautious, Scottish tongue, expresses complete certainty.
The truth is, that Bowie adores both Sabina and her husband, who are, he says, "just fit to be put under a glass case on the sideboard, like twa wee china angels." In half an hour they were in Scoutbush's rooms.

They found the little man lying on his sofa, in his dressing-gown, looking pale and pitiable enough.