And, of course, as my mother and my stepfather say, if Ransford won't do things for himself, well, we must do 'em for him! We couldn't think of anything else." "Very good of you all, I'm sure," assented Bryce.

"Very thoughtful and kindly." "Oh, well!" said Sackville, who was incapable of perceiving a sneer or of knowing when older men were laughing at him.

"It's one of those things that one's got to do--under the circumstances.

Of course, Miss Bewery isn't Dr.Ransford's daughter, but she's his ward, and we can't allow suspicion to rest on her guardian.

You leave it to me, my boy, and you'll see how things will be cleared!" "Doing a bit underground, eh ?" asked Bryce.
"Wait a bit!" answered Sackville with a knowing wink.