The old banker, drawing his son Daniel out of the room, whispered an inquiry; but Daniel Bolton knew nothing.
'There's been something wrong as to the sale of that mine,' said the banker.

Daniel Bolton thought it probable that there had been something wrong.
The breakfast was eaten, and the child's health was drunk, and the hour was passed.

It was a bad time for them all, but for Caldigate it was a very bitter hour.

To him the effort made was even more difficult than to her;--as was right;--for she at any rate had been blameless.

Then the Boltons went away, as had been arranged, and also Uncle Babington while the men still remained.
'If you don't mind, squire, I'll take a turn with you,' said Crinkett at last; 'while Jack can sit anywhere about the place.' 'Certainly,' said Caldigate.