"Just send somebody out to relieve my mate, will you, young man?"—Chap. xxxi.
When it became quite dark, and they returned home, the young lady would sit down to the piano, and play some pleasant air—Chap. xxxii.
Looking round, he saw that it was a post-chaise, driven at great speed—Chap. xxxiv.
A "few—a very few—will suffice, Rose," said the young man, drawing his chair towards her—Chap. xxxv.