And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call." "You hear that," whispered Jack.
"I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose." "Take care of yourself," said Mr.Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames.
It's never a bad day that has a good ending.

Good night! God bless you!" Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologies and protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr.Kneebone took his leave.
"And so, you really suspected me ?" murmured Mrs.Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour.

"Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thing into your head, and nothing will beat it out." "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you.

But since you assure me _you_ didn't write the letters, and Mr.Kneebone assures me _he_ didn't receive them, I can't do otherwise than believe you.

And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees." "An excellent maxim!" replied his wife, approvingly; "the best I ever heard you utter." "I must now go and look after Thames," observed the carpenter.
"Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour.
I can't spare you at present.