I was unregenerate, as I have hinted, and couldn't be concerned to straighten out the journalistic morals of my chief, feeling them indeed to be an abyss over the edge of which it was better not to peer.

Really to be there this time moreover was a vision that made the idea of writing something subtle about Neil Paraday only the more inspiring.

I would be as considerate as even Mr.
Deedy could have wished, and yet I should be as present as only Mr.
Pinhorn could conceive.

My allusion to the sequestered manner in which Mr.Paraday lived--it had formed part of my explanation, though I knew of it only by hearsay--was, I could divine, very much what had made Mr.
Pinhorn nibble.

It struck him as inconsistent with the success of his paper that any one should be so sequestered as that.