"I shouldn't mind being appointed purveyor of tackle to your lordship." The stranger was an active little man, older than Hartledon; his features were thin, his eyes dark and luminous.

I think you have heard his name--Thomas Carr.

Lord Hartledon once called him the greatest friend he possessed on earth.

He had been wont to fly to him in his past dilemmas, and the habit was strong upon him still.

A mandate that would have been peremptory, but for the beseeching terms in which it was couched, had reached Mr.Carr on circuit; and he had hastened across country to obey it, reaching Hartledon the previous evening.