"Do you make light of these things?"
"The poor man had been drinking for weeks, and was in a state bordering on delirium tremens."
"What then? He is the more likely to attempt the fulfilment of his own prophecies."
"It would not do to permit incidents of this sort to affect one's nerves."
"Mr. Moore, go home!"
"So soon?"
"Pass straight down the fields, not round by the lade and plantations."
"It is early yet."
"It is late. For my part, I am going in. Will you promise me not to wander in the Hollow to-night?"
"If you wish it."