"Ask 'er what ?" "Ask 'er to marry me," said the other, doggedly.
Mr.Vickers, thoroughly alarmed, argued with him in vain, the utmost concession he could wring from the determined Mr.Russell being a promise to give him a hint to get out of the way.
"I'll do that for my own sake," he said, frankly.

"I can do it better alone, and if your old woman is in you get her out too.

Ask 'er to go for a walk; that'll please Selina.

I don't know what the gal does want.
I thought turning teetotaler and setting a good example to you would do the trick, if anything would." Mrs.Vickers's utter astonishment next evening, when her husband asked her to go for a walk, irritated that gentleman almost beyond endurance.
Convinced at last that he was not joking, she went upstairs and put on her bonnet, and then stood waiting for the reluctant Mr.Vickers with an air of almost bashful diffidence.
"Joseph is coming in soon," said Selina, as her parents moved to the door.

"I'm expecting him every minute." "I'll stop and see 'im," said Mr.Russell.