He ought never to forget it.

Why, my dear, cannot you remember how I always had his buttons looked to and gave him globules when he wanted them?
I think he might show some gratitude." "I do not think he has failed to show it," retorted the vicar.
"Oh, well, Augustin, if you are going to talk like that it is not possible to argue with you; but he shall be welcome, if he comes.

I hope, however, that he will not go to the cottage--" "My dear, I have a funeral this morning.

I wish you would not disturb my mind with these trifles." "Trifles! Who is dead?
You did not tell me." "Poor Judd's baby, of course.

We have spoken of it often enough, I am sure." "Oh yes, of course.