The people who live on Tower-hill very seldom see the inside of the Tower.

It's the good folks who come up for a week's holiday from Yorkshire and Cornwall who know all about the Crown jewels and John of Gaunt's armour.

Take my advice, and stick to Dorking." Acting upon this advice, Valentine Hawkehurst lay in wait for the Promoter that very evening.

He went home early, and was seated by a cheery little bit of fire, such as an Englishman likes to see at the close of a dull autumn day, when that accomplished personage returned to his lodgings.
"Deuced tiresome work," said the Captain, as he smoothed the nap of his hat with that caressing tenderness of manipulation peculiar to the man who is not very clear as to the means whereby his next hat is to be obtained,--"deuced slow, brain-belabouring work! How many people do you think I've called upon to-day, eh, Val?
Seven-and-thirty! What do you say to that?
Seven-and-thirty interviews, and some of them very tough ones.

I think that's enough to take the steam out of a man." "Do the moneyed swells bite ?" asked Mr.Hawkehurst, with friendly interest.
"Rather slowly, my dear Val, rather slowly.