It was the only time I ever felt like being civil to him--in those months after she departed.

I suppose she was devoted to him--which after all is something." "Good heavens!" said the other, still lazily turning over the pages of the newspaper as they sat waiting for their second course, "here is another poaching murder--in Brookshire--the third I have noticed within a month.

On Lord Maxwell's property--you know them ?" "I know the old man a little--fine old fellow! They'll make him President of the Council, I suppose.

He can't have much work left in him; but it is such a popular, respectable name.

Ah! I'm sorry; the sort of thing to distress him terribly." "I see the grandson is standing." "Oh yes; will get in too.