“Yes, I dote on Miss Georgiana!” cried the fervent Abbot. “Little darling!⁠—with her long curls and her blue eyes, and such a sweet colour as she has; just as if she were painted!⁠—Bessie, I could fancy a Welsh rabbit for supper.”

“So could I⁠—with a roast onion. Come, we’ll go down.” They went.