"Fanny is very provoking, Mr. Furlong," said Mrs. Egan, who was obliged to say something with a smile, to avoid the laugh which continued silence would have forced upon her.
"Oh, no!" said the dandy, looking tenderly at Fanny; "only vewy agweable—fond of a little wepa'tee."
"They call me thatirical here," said Fanny, "only fanthy!" and she cast down her eyes with an exquisite affectation of innocence.
"By-the-bye, when does your post awive here—the mail I mean?" said Furlong.
"About nine in the morning," said the Squire.
"And when does it go out?"
"About one in the afternoon."
"And how far is the post town fwom your house?"
"About eight or nine miles."
"Then you can answer your letters by wetu'n of post?"