But when Johnny at last took out his cheque-book and wrote a cheque for three pounds, Mr.Cradell's eyes glistened with joy.

"Upon my word I am so much obliged to you! You are the best fellow that ever lived.

And Amelia will say the same when she hears of it." "I don't believe she'll say anything of the kind, Cradell.

If I remember anything of her, she has a stouter heart than that." Cradell admitted that his wife had a stouter heart than himself, and then made his way back to his own part of the office.
This little interruption to the current of Mr.Eames's thoughts was, I think, for the good of the service, as, immediately on his friend's departure, he went to his work; whereas, had not he been thus called away from his reflections about Miss Dale, he would have sat thinking about her affairs probably for the rest of the morning.

As it was, he really did write a dozen notes in answer to as many private letters addressed to his chief, Sir Raffle Buffle, in all of which he made excellently-worded false excuses for the non-performance of various requests made to Sir Raffle by the writers.