"Not by me, Mr. Robinson. I did say you should have stuck up a bit; but I didn't mean anything like that."
"Well; it's over now. When are they to be married, Miss Twizzle?"
"Now, Mr. Robinson, don't you talk like that. You wouldn't take it all calm that way if you thought she was going to have him."
"I mean to take it very calm for the future."
"But I suppose you're not going to give her up. It wouldn't be like you, that wouldn't."
"She has spurned me, Miss Twizzle; and after that—."
"Oh, spurn! that's all my eye. Of course she has. There's a little of that always, you know,—just for the fun of the thing. The course of love shouldn't run too smooth. I wouldn't give a straw for a young man if he wouldn't let me spurn him sometimes."
"But you wouldn't call him a—a—"
"A what? A coward, is it? Indeed but I would, or anything else that came uppermost. Laws! what's the good of keeping company if you ain't to say just what comes uppermost at the moment. 'Twas but the other day I called my young man a raskil."
"It was in sport, no doubt."