Still one to me, precious deary darling. Ain't been here a whit since... bloody hell, since 'round Saint Pat's of last year, I think?
So you've a suitor? And his name's the one of a philosopher? Lovely, I told you you had a twine you had to keep looking for! Now why'd you want to go and burden a poor child with the name of William, luv? It's dreadfully common.