If you can get a musty old corner and your books, you are perfectly satisfied; and you don't know when things are pretty, and when they are not: and so you can talk grand about your honor and your conscience and all that.

I suppose the carriages and horses have got to be sold too ?" "Certainly, Lillie," said John, hardening his heart and his tone.
"Well, well," she said, "I wish you would go now and send ma to me.
I don't want to talk about it any more.

My head aches as if it would split.

Poor ma! She little thought when I married you that it was going to come to this." John walked out of the room gloomily enough.

He had received this morning his _check-mate_.