Oh, Bunce, Bunce, Bunce, I fear that after all thou art but a flatterer.

"Well, I'll just finish it then; it's a favourite little bit of Bishop's; and then, Mr Bold, we'll have a stroll and a chat till Eleanor comes in and gives us tea." And so Bold sat down on the soft turf to listen, or rather to think how, after such sweet harmony, he might best introduce a theme of so much discord, to disturb the peace of him who was so ready to welcome him kindly.
Bold thought that the performance was soon over, for he felt that he had a somewhat difficult task, and he almost regretted the final leave-taking of the last of the old men, slow as they were in going through their adieux.
Bold's heart was in his mouth, as the precentor made some ordinary but kind remark as to the friendliness of the visit.
"One evening call," said he, "is worth ten in the morning.

It's all formality in the morning; real social talk never begins till after dinner.

That's why I dine early, so as to get as much as I can of it." "Quite true, Mr Harding," said the other; "but I fear I've reversed the order of things, and I owe you much apology for troubling you on business at such an hour; but it is on business that I have called just now." Mr Harding looked blank and annoyed; there was something in the tone of the young man's voice which told him that the interview was intended to be disagreeable, and he shrank back at finding his kindly greeting so repulsed.
"I wish to speak to you about the hospital," continued Bold.
"Well, well, anything I can tell you I shall be most happy--" "It's about the accounts." "Then, my dear fellow, I can tell you nothing, for I'm as ignorant as a child.

All I know is, that they pay me L800 a year.