But it roused Nelly's mirth that he should put it in that way.
'George,--you _are_ such a darling!--and--and, such a goose!' She rubbed her cheek against his arm as though to take the edge off the epithet.
'The idea of Bridget's wanting to "look after" me! She'll want to _manage_ me of course--and I'd much better let her do it.

I don't mind!' And the speaker gave a long, sudden sigh.
'But I won't have you troubled and worried, when I'm not there to protect you!' cried Sarratt, fiercely.

'You could easily find a friend.' But Nelly shook her head.
'Oh, no.

That wouldn't do.

Bridget and I always get on, George.