"Oh, no doubt! You'll take, exceeding good care to be calm and reasonable, and weigh the pros and cons, and not get yourself into trouble to deliver the girl you wanted to marry the other day from captivity--from death, perhaps! She refused you, and that is quite sufficient." "Now, now!" cried Mr.Ingelow, appealing to the four walls in desperation.

"Did ever mortal man hear the like of this?
Captivity--death! My good woman--my dear lady--can't you draw it a little milder?
Is not this New York City?
And are we not in the year of grace eighteen hundred and ninety?
Pray, don't go back to the Dark Ages, when lovers went clad in clanking suits of mail, and forcibly carried off brides from the altar, under the priest's very nose, _ la_ Young Lochinvar.

Do be reasonable, there's a good soul!" Miriam turned her back upon him in superb disdain.
"And this is the man Mollie preferred! This is the man I thought would help me! Mr.Hugh Ingelow, I wish you good-evening." "No, no." exclaimed Mr.Ingelow, starting up.

"Not yet! Open the mysteries a little before you depart.

I'm willing and ready to aid you to the best of my ability.