He had his security, and, in truth, his interest.

He is an honest man, and a very old friend of mine.

But perhaps I may as well tell you that he has always been a little hard about you.' 'He didn't approve of Davis,' said the son, laughing.
'He is too prejudiced a man to forget Davis.' 'The more he thinks of Davis, the better he'll think of me if I can make him believe that I am not likely to want a Davis again.' 'You'll find him probably at the bank about half-past two.' 'I shall go to the house.

It wouldn't be civil if I didn't call on Mrs.
Bolton.' As the squire was never in the habit of going to the house at Chesterton himself, and as Mrs.Bolton was a lady who kept up none of the outward ceremonies of social life, he did not quite understand this; but he made no further objection.
On the following day, about five in the afternoon, he rode through the iron gates, which he with difficulty caused to be opened for him, and asked for Mrs.Bolton.When he had been here before, the winter had commenced, and everything around had been dull and ugly; but now it was July, and the patch before the house was bright with flowers.

The roses were in full bloom, and every morsel of available soil was bedded out with geraniums.