I hate a sermon late at night, but don't so much mind it in the morning.

Don't look so serious, mother; I don't mean a clerical preachment.

Do you promise, father ?' 'Well, there, as you like,' said Mr Prothero, laughing?
'but I wish you hadn't made me break my shin.' 'Here's a patch of diaculum, father.

I hope you have not really hurt yourself ?' 'No, wild goose.

Now, let's have the story.' 'Well, here goes.