'Let me have his lantern; I'll go and search over the common.'
'You must not go out,' said she.
'I must. The old man may be perishing.'
'It will be death to you . . . Nevil!'
'That 's foolish. I can stand the air for a few minutes.'
'I 'll go,' said Jenny.
'Unprotected? No.'
'Cook shall come with me.'
'Two women!'
'Nevil, if you care a little for me, be good, be kind, submit.'