You do but harass yourself.

Fare you well, my lady.

If I may trespass for a few moments longer upon the hospitality of Stretton House, I'll be your debtor." "The house--and all--is yours, sir," she reminded him.
"There's but one thing in it that I'll carry off with me," said he.

He held the door for her.
She looked into his face a moment.

"God keep you!" said she, with a surprising fervor in one not over-fluent at her prayers.