"I want some money to-morrow, dad," continued he.

"I say, old gentleman, wasn't it a lucky go that darkey's father was put out of the way so nicely, eh ?--We've been living in clover ever since--haven't we ?" "How dare you address me-in that disrespectful manner?
Go out of the room, sir!" exclaimed Mr.Stevens, with a disturbed countenance.
"Come, George, go to bed," urged his sister wearily.

"Let father sleep--it is after twelve o'clock.

I am going to wake the nurse, and then retire myself." George rose stupidly from his chair, and followed his sister from the room.
On the stairway he grasped her arm rudely, and said, "I don't understand how it is that you and the old man are so cursed thick all of a sudden.

You are thick as two thieves, always whispering and talking together.