Trust no one, young man--not even me; I may turn out a rogue.

I am no better than the rest of the wretches!" "Oh, Mr.Rushton!" "There you are with your exclamations!" "Oh, I'm sure, sir--" "Be sure of nothing; let us end this jabber.

How is your mother ?" said Mr.Rushton, abruptly.
"She's very well, sir." "A good woman." "Oh, indeed she is, sir--I love her dearly." "Hum! there's no harm in that, though much selfishness, I do not doubt--all humanity is narrow and selfish.

There are some things I procured for her." And Mr.Rushton pointed to a large bundle lying on the chair.
"For _ma mere_!" said Verty.
"Yes; I suppose that, in your outlandish lingo, means _mother_.

Yes, for her; the winter is coming on, and she will need something warm to wrap her--poor creature--from the cold." "Oh, how kind you are, Mr.Rushton!" "Nonsense; I suppose I am at liberty to spend my own money." Verty looked at the lawyer with a grateful smile, and said: "I don't think that what you said about everybody's being selfish and bad is true, sir.