If I sell it, I will send you a cheque this evening.

It is a beautiful face." "Yes," agreed Septimus Marvin, with a sharp sigh.

"It is a beautiful face." And he slowly rolled up his most treasured possession, which John Turner tucked under his arm.

On the Pont Royal they parted company.
"By the way," said John Turner, after they had shaken hands, "you never told me what sort of a man this young fellow is--this Loo Barebone ?" "The dearest fellow in the world," answered Marvin, with eyes aglow behind his spectacles.

"To me he has been as a son--an elder brother, as it were, to little Sep.