He was deep in thought.
"I shouldn't wonder if he did," said Scoutbush; "two to one on his baulking the plunger!" "She is at Lord -- --'s now, at those silly private theatricals.

Is he there ?" "No," said Mellot; "he tried hard for an invitation--stooped to work me and Sabina.

I believe she told him that she would sooner see him in the Morgue than help him; and he is gone to the moors now, I believe." "There is time then: I will write to her to-night;" and Campbell took up his hat and went home to do it.
"Ah," said Scoutbush, taking his cigar meditatively from his mouth, "I wonder how he does it! It's a gift, I always say, a wonderful gift! Before he has been a week in a house, he'll have the confidence of every woman in it,--and 'gad, he does it by saying the rudest things!--and the confidence of all the youngsters the week after." "A somewhat dangerous gift," said Elsley, drily.
"Ah, yes; he might play tricks if he chose: but there's the wonder, that he don't.

I'd answer for him with my own sister.

I do every day of my life--for I believe he knows how many pins she puts into her dress--and yet there he is.