Your poor uncle is dying." "We hear that Sir William says he is better." "I fear, nevertheless, that he is dying,--though it may, perhaps, take a long time.

And then poor Mountjoy has disappeared.

I think that we should see no one till the mystery about Mountjoy has been cleared up.
And then the story is so very discreditable." "I do not see that that is an affair of ours," said Florence, who had no desire to be shut up just at the present moment.
"We cannot help ourselves.

This making his eldest son out to be--oh, something so very different--is too horrible to be thought of.

I am told that nobody knows the truth." "We at any rate are not implicated in that." "But we are.