Neighbourlily

David stepped up the tempo of the talk as surely, as neighbourlily, as ever.

Owain gave Gort what directions he could, then asked neighbourlily where they had come from.

The Pembrokes’ cousin, the poet George Herbert, who in the early 1630s was the vicar of Bemerton, in the valley of the Nadder between Wilton and Salisbury, gave many overlapping reasons for beating the bounds in May: […] it was an act of charity and neighbourliness, ‘in living, walking and neighbourlily accompanying one another, with reconciling of differences at that time, if they be any’.