He will take you in himself." "And what is he like ?" "Fond of his dinner; he won't worry you," said Steel, reassuringly.

"Nor need you really bother your head about all that any more.

Nobody has recognized you yet; nobody is in the least likely to do so down here.
Don't you see how delightfully provincial they are?
There's a local lawyer, a pillar of all the virtues, who has misappropriated his own daughter-in-law's marriage portion and fled the country with the principal boy in their last pantomime; there are a lot of smart young fellows who are making a sporting thousand every other day out of iron warrants; the district's looking up after thirty years' bad times; and this is the sort of thing it's talking about.

These are its heroes and its villains.

All you hear from London is what the last man spent when he was up, and where he dined; and from all I can gather, the Tichborne trial made less impression down here than that of a Delverton parson who got into trouble about the same time." "They must have heard of my trial," said Rachel, in a low voice.