I warn thee!" "Not FRIENDS--only friendly acquaintance," was the gentle answer: he was well used to turn away, daily and hourly, Abel Fletcher's wrath.
But it was roused beyond control when Dr.Jessop's neat little carriage, and neatest of little wives, stopped at the curb-stone and summoned John.
"I want you and Mr.Fletcher to come to us to-morrow instead of this evening.

Lady Caroline Brithwood wishes to see you." "Me ?" "Yes, you," smiled the old lady; "you, John Halifax, the hero of the people, who quelled the bread riots, and gave evidence thereupon to Mr.
Pitt, in London.

Nay! why didn't you tell me the wonderful story?
Her Ladyship is full of it.

She will torment me till she sees you--I know her ways.

For my sake, you MUST come." Waiting no refusal, Mrs.Jessop drove on.
"What's that ?" said my father, sharply.