He has asked for you twice.

Take care lest you dally too long!" Something in Rachel's face and in her manner of speaking seemed to make an impression upon the young roisterer.

Tom was not drunk, although he had been spending the day with comrades who seasoned every sentence with an oath, and flavoured every pastime with strong drink.

A man with a weaker head might have been overcome by the libations in which he had indulged, but Tom was a seasoned vessel by that time, and he could stand a good deal.
He was in a noisy and reckless mood, but he had the command of his faculties.

He saw that his sister was speaking with conviction, and he prepared to do her bidding.
At the same time, Tom was not seriously alarmed about his father.
The Squire's long illness had bred in him a sort of disbelief in any fatal termination.