Heriot, like the real friend he was, helped me with his name to the bond.

When my father stood free, I had the proudest heart alive; and as soon as we had parted, the most amazed.

For a long while, for years, the thought of him was haunted by racketballs and bearded men in their shirtsleeves; a scene sickening to one's pride.
Yet it had grown impossible for me to think of him without pride.
I delighted to hear him.

We were happy when we were together.

And, moreover, he swore to me on his honour, in Mrs.Waddy's presence, that he and the constable would henceforth keep an even pace.