How could I help it?
I ask any reasonable person how could I help it?
I ran to the stables and found Jacob.

Impulse--all impulse! I said, 'Get the pony-chaise--I must have a drive--I don't care if it rains--you come with me.' All in a breath, and all impulse! Jacob behaved like an angel.
He said, 'All right, miss.' I am perfectly certain Jacob would die for me if I asked him.

He is drinking hot grog at this moment, to prevent him from catching cold, by my express orders.

He had the pony-chaise out in two minutes; and off we went.

Lady Lundie, my dear, prostrate in her own room--too much sal volatile.