“’Em nebber take he food, better!”
“—You entered the chamber of my niece, yourself, to awake her?”
“Monsieur a raison.”
“What the devil has befallen the innocent?”
“He lose he stomach quite, and I t’ink it great time ’fore it ebber come back.”
“—Mister Francis, I desire to know the answer of Monsieur Barbérie’s daughter.”
“Mam’selle no répond, Monsieur; pas un syllabe!”
“—Drenchers and fleams! The beauty should have been drenched and blooded—”
“He’m too late for dat, Masser, on honor.”
“—The obstinate hussy! This comes of her Huguenot breed, a race that would quit house and lands rather than change its place of worship!”