"Oh, yes," answered I, "as green as a willow leaf: and in extreme cases like yours I am apt to recommend a little gunpowder."
"Just as you please, Miss."
I asked him, after he had swallowed three cups of tea, whether he did not feel himself a little revived.
"Yes, Miss, I should soon get better here; but you know my house is such a very dull house and in such a very dull street too! Hill-street is, I think, the dullest street in all London, do you know, Miss Wilson."
"True, Sir William! would not you like to go to Margate?"
"Why I was thinking of travelling, for you know in Hill Street, there is her sofa just as she left."
"Very nervous indeed," said I, interrupting him. "I would burn the sofa at all events."
"And then there is her pianoforte."
"Lady Abdy was musical then?"