He shrouded his ways in an amiable mystery and walked a solitary beat on fine nights; when the nights were not fine there was nobody to see whether he walked his beat or not.
Probably, he faithfully fulfilled his obligations; but his constitution seemed to bear exposure to the weather wonderfully well.

Whether he ever saw anything worth mentioning upon those lonely walks of his, is uncertain; at all events he never mentioned anything he saw, unless it was in the secrecy of the reports he was supposed to transmit from time to time to his superiors.
On the present occasion as he entered the study, the squire observed with surprise that he looked grave.

He had never witnessed such a phenomenon before and argued that it was just possible that something of real importance might have occurred.
"Good morning, sir," said Mr.Gall, approaching the squire respectfully, after carefully closing the door behind him.
"Good morning, Gall.

Nothing wrong, I hope ?" "Not yet, sir.

I hope not, sir.