"Tell us any more you heard since." "Nothing," answered Richard Turnbull, the host of the George.

"Nothing to speak of; only 'tis certain sure, and so best; the old house won't look so dowly now." "Twyne says the estate owes a good capful o' money by this time, hey ?" said the Doctor, lowering his voice and winking.
"Weel, they do say he's been nout at dow.

I don't mind saying so to _you_, mind, sir, where all's friends together; but he'll get that right in time." "More like to save here than where he is," said the Doctor with another grave nod.
"He does very wisely," said Mr.Peers, having blown out a thin stream of smoke, "and creditably, to pull-up in time.

He's coming here to save a little, and perhaps he'll marry; and it is the more creditable, if, as they say, he dislikes the place, and would prefer staying where he is." And having spoken thus gently, Mr.Peers resumed his pipe cheerfully.
"No, he don't like the place; that is, I'm told he _didn't_," said the innkeeper.
"He _hates_ it," said the Doctor with another dark nod.
"And no wonder, if all's true I've heard," cried old Jack Amerald.
"Didn't he drown a woman and her child in the lake ?" "Hollo! my dear boy, don't let them hear you say that; you're all in the clouds." "By Jen!" exclaimed the landlord after an alarmed silence, with his mouth and eyes open, and his pipe in his hand, "why, sir, I pay rent for the house up there.

I'm thankful--dear knows, I _am_ thankful--we're all to ourselves!" Jack Amerald put his foot on the floor, leaving his wooden leg in its horizontal position, and looked round a little curiously.
"Well, if it wasn't him, it was some one else.