"So she has to make it up now, and I would not wake her." "Quite right," said his mother.

"Her breakfast shall be sent up whenever she is ready for it." "I'm very glad you've come, Ned," remarked Rosie, "for Zoe nearly cried her eyes out yesterday, grieving after you.

'Twouldn't be I that would fret so after any man living--unless it might be grandpa," with a coquettish, laughing look at him.
"Thank you, my dear," he said.
"Ah, lassie, that's a' because your time hasna come yet," remarked Mr.
Lilburn.

"When it does, you'll be as lovelorn and foolish as the rest." "Granting that it is foolish for a woman to love her husband," put in Mrs.
Dinsmore, sportively.
"A heresy never to be countenanced here," said her spouse; "the husbands and wives of this family expect to give and receive no small amount of that commodity.

Do you set off again this morning, Ned ?" "No, sir; not before to-morrow; not then unless Zoe is ready to go with me." "Quite right, my boy, your wife's health and happiness are, as your mother remarked to me yesterday, of more consequence than any mere business matter." On leaving the table Edward followed his mother out to the veranda.
"Can I have a word in private with you, mamma ?" he asked, and she thought his look was troubled.
"Certainly," she said.