Them's the facts, sir, without a lie, which now I'm a-waiting for judgment." "Mrs.Dawson," said Monckton, solemnly, "since you do me the honor to ask my opinion, I say that out of these facts a row will certainly arise, and a deadly one." "It must, sir; and Will Hope will have to take a side.

'Tis no use his trying to be everybody's friend this time, though that's his natural character, poor chap." Monckton's eyes flashed fire, but he suppressed all appearance of excitement, and asked who Mr.Hope was.
Mrs.Dawson brightened at the very name of her favorite, and said, "Who is Will Hope?
Why, the cleverest man in Derbyshire, for one thing; but he is that Bartley's right-hand man, worse luck.

He is inspector of the mine and factotum.

He is the handiest man in England.

He invents machines, and makes fiddles and plays 'em, and mends all their clocks and watches and wheel-barrows, and charges 'em naught.