'Oyd zoyred jou to sy e was to cam in eah to me.' 'Shloy gow and tell him again ?' I says, as cool as ennything.

'Now,' says he, 'Oil gow myself.' Thets wot Aw loike in Conly.

He tikes tham fellers dahn wen they troy it on owver im." Meanwhile, Mr.Lind went to Conolly's room; returned his greeting by a dignified inclination of the head; and accepted, with a cold "Thank you," the chair offered him.

Conolly, who had received him cordially, checked himself.

There was a pause, during which Mr.Lind lost countenance a little.