"Would you be so good?" he returned with a glance of something like apprehension at Miss Flite. "It's a providence I met you, miss; I doubt if I should have known how to get on with that lady." And he put one hand in his breast and stood upright in a martial attitude as I informed little Miss Flite, in her ear, of the purport of his kind errand.
"My angry friend from Shropshire! Almost as celebrated as myself!" she exclaimed. "Now really! My dear, I will wait upon him with the greatest pleasure."

"Would you be so good? It's a providence I met you, miss; I doubt if I should have known how to get on with that lady." He stood upright in a martial attitude as I informed little Miss Flite of the reason for his kind errand.
"My angry friend from Shropshire!" she exclaimed. "My dear, I will visit him with the greatest pleasure."
