'Let's approach the facts.

It's a breach of promise case.' The unhappy artist was so unprepared for this view of his position that he could scarce suppress a cry.
'Dear me,' said Gideon, 'they are apt to be very troublesome.

Tell me everything about it,' he added kindly; 'if you require my assistance, conceal nothing.' 'You tell him,' said Michael, feeling, apparently, that he had done his share.

'My friend will tell you all about it,' he added to Gideon, with a yawn.

'Excuse my closing my eyes a moment; I've been sitting up with a sick friend.' Pitman gazed blankly about the room; rage and despair seethed in his innocent spirit; thoughts of flight, thoughts even of suicide, came and went before him; and still the barrister patiently waited, and still the artist groped in vain for any form of words, however insignificant.
'It's a breach of promise case,' he said at last, in a low voice.