Thankee, Mrs.
Mouser, ma'am, for the honour of the meetin', and more particular for the pleasure of making your young lady's acquaintance--niece, ma'am?
daughter, ma'am?
granddaughter, by Jove, is it?
Hallo! there, mild 'n, I say, stop packin'.' This was to the ill-favoured person with the broken nose.

'Bring us a couple o' glasses and a bottle o' curacoa; what are you fear'd on, my dear?
this is Lord Lollipop, here, a reg'lar charmer, wouldn't hurt a fly, hey Lolly?
Isn't he pretty, Miss?
and I'm Sir Simon Sugarstick--so called after old Sir Simon, ma'am; and I'm so tall and straight, Miss, and slim--ain't I?
and ever so sweet, my honey, when you come to know me, just like a sugarstick; ain't I, Lolly, boy ?' 'I'm Miss Ruthyn, tell them, Madame,' I said, stamping on the ground, and very much frightened.
'Be quaite, Maud.

If you are angry, they will hurt us; leave me to speak,' whispered the gouvernante.
All this time they were approaching from separate points.

I glanced back, and saw the ruffianly-looking man within a yard or two, with his arm raised and one finger up, telegraphing, as it seemed, to the gentlemen in front.
'Be quaite, Maud,' whispered Madame, with an awful adjuration, which I do not care to set down.

'They are teepsy; don't seem 'fraid.' I _was_ afraid--terrified.