But oh, Tris Mardon, what can I ever say to you?
Sir Tristram.
Anything you like except “Thank you!”
Georgiana.
Don’t stop me? Why, you were the man who hauled Augustin out of the cart by his legs!
Sir Tristram.
Oh, but why mention such trifles?
Georgiana.
They’re not trifles. And when his cap fell off, it was you—brave fellow that you are—who pulled the horse’s nose-bag over my brother’s head so that he shouldn’t be recognized.
Sir Tristram.