You promise well," said Moody, with a grin.
Hawker bent and whispered in his ear; the other listened for a time, and then said,-- "Make it twenty." Hawker after a little consideration nodded--then the other nodded--then they whispered together again.

Something out of the common this must be, that they, not very particular in their confidences, should whisper about it.
They looked up suddenly, and Lee was standing in the doorway.
Hawker and he started when they saw one another, but Lee recovered himself first, and said,-- "George Hawker, it's many years since we met, and I'm not so young as I was.

I should like to make peace before I go, as I well know that I'm the chief one to blame for you getting into trouble.

I'm not humbugging you, when I say that I have been often sorry for it of late years.

But sorrow won't do any good.