At least he wiped his eyes and wrung out his handkerchief, and sobbed stertorously and made other exaggerated shows of grief.

Stoddard and I were ashamed of Dolby, and tried to make the young man understand that he meant no harm, it was only his way.

The young man said sadly that he was not minding it, his grief was too deep for other hurts; that he was only thinking of the funeral, and the heavy expenses which-- We cut that short and told him not to trouble about it, leave it all to us; send the bills to Mr.Dolby and-- "Yes," said Dolby, with a mock tremor in his voice, "send them to me, and I will pay them.

What, are you going?
You must not go alone in your worn and broken condition; Mr.Stoddard and I will go with you.

Come, Stoddard.