My estimate of you has turned out to be correct." "It was quite an accident," urged Mr.Tredgold, humbly.

"I've had a very worrying day seeing them off at Biddlecombe, and when I heard you up in the nest I succumbed to sudden temptation.

If I had stopped to think--if I had had the faintest idea that you would catechise me in the way you have done--I shouldn't have dreamt of doing such a thing." Miss Drewitt, who was standing with her hand on the latch of the door leading upstairs, as a hint that the interview was at an end, could not restrain her indignation.
"Your father and his friends have gone off to secure my uncle's treasure, and you come straight on here," she cried, hotly.

"Do you think that there is no end to his good-nature ?" "Treasure ?" said the other, with a laugh.

"Why, that idea was knocked on the head when the map was burnt.