"You don't seem to mind the doo, Miss Cecile."
"Oh, but I do," she answered.
"Your shoes are parfectly wat, sowking I should think."
"No, they are not wet through; they are thicker than you imagine."
"By the bye, where is his high mightiness, the lawyer, this mawrning?"
"Mr. Coristine has returned to the city."
"Haw, cawlled oway to some pettifogging jawb I suppowse?"
"Such as your Crown Lands case."
"Naw, you down't say, Miss Cecile, thot he's awff ofter thot jawb?"
"I cannot tell what Mr. Coristine may have to do in addition to that. He did not confide his business to me."