"The injured never hates as much as the injurer." "Now papa has said the severest thing of all!" whispered Ethel.
"Proving the inexpedience of personalities," said Dr.May, "and in good time enter the evening post .-- Why! how now, Mr.May, are you gone mad ?" "Hallo! why ho! ha! hurrah!" and up went Harry's book of decimals to the ceiling, coming down upon a candle, which would have been overturned on Ethel's work, if it had not been dexterously caught by Richard.
"Harry!" indignantly cried Ethel and Flora, "see what you have done;" and the doctor's voice called to order, but Harry could not heed.

"Hear! hear! he has a fortune, an estate." "Who?
Tell us--don't be so absurd.

Who ?" "Who, Mr.Ernescliffe.Here is a letter from Hector.

Only listen: "'Did you know we had an old far-away English cousin, one Mr.Halliday?
I hardly did, though Alan was named after him, and he belonged to my mother.

He was a cross old fellow, and took no notice of us, but within the last year or two, his nephew, or son, or something, died, and now he is just dead, and the lawyer wrote to tell Alan he is heir-at-law.