"Upon my word, you will."
"I hope I shall make you respectable?"
"Oh, yes; certainly. I quite intend that."
"It is the great thing that you should intend. Of course I am going to make a fool of myself."
"No, no; don't say that."
"If I don't say it, all my friends will say it for me. It's lucky for you that I don't much care what people say."
"It is lucky;—I know that I'm lucky. The very first day I saw you I thought what a happy fellow I was to meet you. Then, of course, I was only thinking of your beauty."
"Get along with you!"
"Upon my word, yes. Come, Arabella, as we are to be man and wife, you might as well." At this moment he had got very close to her, and had recovered something of his usual elasticity; but she would not allow him even to put his arm round her waist. "Out in the high road!" she said. "How can you be so impertinent,—and so foolish?"
"You might as well, you know,—just once."