Very well, dear; you MAY dine with us to-night, if you wish.

Oh, my poor nerves! Margaret, why don't you place a chair for Master Archibald?
The creature is absolutely stupid at times,' she says, talkin' about that poor maid afore her face with no more thought for her feelin's than if she was a wooden image.

'She has no tact whatever.

I wouldn't have Archibald's spirit broken for anything.' "'Twas his neck that needed breakin' if you asked ME.

That was a joyful meal, now I tell you.
"There was more joy when 'twas over.