My case is in his hands, and I should have to tell him.' 'Tell him when you come back from Plymouth, and hold your peace till that's done.

No good can come of lawyers in such a matter as this.

You might as well tell the town-crier.

Why should he want to put bread out of his own mouth?
And if there is a chance of hard words being said, why should he hear them?
He'll work for his money, no doubt; but what odds is it to him whether your lady is to be called Mrs.Caldigate or Miss Bolton?
He won't have to go to prison.

His boy won't be!--you know what.' This was terrible, but yet it was all so true! 'I'll tell you what it is, squire.