I can only account for your coldness on the supposition that you had left your heart in England." "I fancy my heart was, then, where it is now," Reuben rejoined, with a slight smile.
"In the right place, eh, Whitney ?" "In the right place," Reuben repeated quietly.
At this moment Mrs.Barker entered, and said that Mr.Donald would be glad if Reuben would come and sit with him, for a little time.
"Don't let him talk much," Mr.Ruskin said.

"The less he talks, the better; but your talking to him, for a time, will cheer him up and do him good." "I am glad to see you going on so well, Mr.Donald," Reuben said heartily, as he entered.

"The doctor says you are not to talk much; but you are to play the part of a listener." "Do you think you will catch these fellows ?" was Mr.Donald's first question.
"I will catch them, sooner or later," Reuben said.

"I will run them down if they are above ground; but I can take no steps in the matter until I hear from my black boy.

I have been expecting him to turn up, ever since I got here; and shall begin to be afraid that those scoundrels have ill treated him, if he does not turn up before long." "My wife has been telling me that they knew you at home, Whitney; and that she and her people did you some terrible injustice, somehow.