You drink too much brandy, my dear father.

Oh, wouldn't it be dreadful if you were to lose your mind ?" She rose as she spoke, and going to her father began to stroke him gently with her hand.

She looked into his face with real affection; for when she deceived him, she loved him best as a partial atonement for her ill-doing.
"Wouldn't that be dreadful ?" she continued, while Sir George stood lost in bewilderment.

"Wouldn't that be dreadful for my dear old father to lose his mind?
But I really think it must be coming to pass.

A great change has of late come over you, father.