‘Go for a soldier, do you mean?’ returned my aunt, alarmed; ‘or go to sea?

I won’t hear of it. You are to be a proctor. We’re not going to have any knockings on the head in THIS family, if you please, sir.’

I was about to explain that I was not desirous of introducing that mode of provision into the family, when Agnes inquired if my rooms were held for any long term?

‘You come to the point, my dear,’ said my aunt. ‘They are not to be got rid of, for six months at least, unless they could be underlet, and that I don’t believe.

The last man died here. Five people out of six would die — of course — of that woman in nankeen with the flannel petticoat.