"I mention it, because, as I told you once before, Mr.Warburton always likes to talk of Norbert." "I see.

And you talked of him ?" "We only saw each other for a few minutes.

The thunder-storm came on .-- Bertha, I never knew any one so mysterious as Mr.Warburton.

Isn't it extraordinary that Norbert, his intimate friend, doesn't know what he does?
I can't help thinking he must write.

One can't associate him with anything common, mean." "Perhaps his glory will burst upon us one of these days," said Bertha.
"It really wouldn't surprise me.