However, he said, modestly, that he thought he could find courage in a good cause.
"Then you and I are made men," said Bartley.

These were stout words; but they were not spoken firmly; on the contrary, Mr.Bartley's voice trembled, and his brow began to perspire visibly.
His agitation communicated itself to Hope, and the latter said, in a low, impressive voice, "This is something very grave, Mr.Bartley.

Sir, what is it ?" Mr.Bartley looked uneasily all round the room, and came close to Hope.
"The very walls must not hear what I now say to you." Then, in a thrilling whisper, "My daughter must not die." Hope looked puzzled.
"Your daughter must take her place." Now just before this, two quick ears began to try and catch the conversation.

Monckton had heard all that Colonel Clifford said, that warrior's tones were so incisive; but, as the matter only concerned Mr.
Bartley, he merely grinned at the disappointment likely to fall on his employer, for he knew Mary Bartley was at death's door.

He said as much to himself, and went out for a sandwich, for it was his lunch-time.