“Feaks, an’ I am,” says Dick; “as I’m no conjuror.”
“If ye don’t marry her within an hour,” says he, “I’ll be after sayin’ something disagreeable.”
“I’ll not keep ye in suspense half the time,” replied Dick.
“Then ye’ll marry her?” says he.
“You were nivir more astray,” replied Dick, “since ye were born.”
“Then I’ll trouble ye for satisfaction,” says he.
“With all my heart,” says Dick.
“What time in the mornin’,” said the other, “would fit ye’r convanience?”
“We’re rather in a hurry,” says Dick, pointin’ to the post-chay that had come round, and on which the hostler was tyin’ the traps, “to-night would be a great accommodation, if it was the same to you.”
“Ye ca’n’t do better,” says one of the others, “than step up to the ball-room. There’s good light still, and the room’s long enough.”