My husband says he is a tanner's 'prenticeboy." "He was apprentice; he is now partner in Mr.Fletcher's tan-yard." "That is nearly as bad.

And so you are actually going to marry a tanner ?" "I am going to marry Mr.Halifax.

We will, if you please, cease to discuss him, Lady Caroline." "La belle sauvage!" laughed the lady; and, in the dusk, I fancied I saw her reach over to pat Ursula's hand in her careless, pretty way.

"Nay, I meant no harm." "I am sure you did not; but we will change the subject." "Not at all.

I came to talk about it.