I am quite relieved to hear it, Arthur." "Oh, you needn't be afraid of me," said Arthur, lost in admiration for the cleverness of his future brother-in-law.

"I'm safe, never you fear." "It's a strange mystery," said Railsford, "but sooner or later we shall know the meaning of it." "Later the better," put in Arthur, with a wink.
"I don't envy the feelings of the culprit, whoever he is; for he is a coward as well as a liar." "No, more do I, Perhaps you're too down on him, though.

Never mind, he's safe enough, for you and me." "You have an odd way of talking, Arthur, which doesn't do you justice.
As I said, you have more than once made me wonder whether you were not keeping back something about this wretched affair which I ought to know." "Honour bright, I know a jolly lot less about it than you; so you really needn't be afraid of me; and Dig's safe too.

Safe as a door-nail." Railsford was able to write home on the following Sunday that Arthur had quite recovered his appetite, and that the "low" symptoms to which Dig had darkly referred had vanished altogether.

Indeed, Arthur on this occasion developed that most happy of all accomplishments, the power of utterly forgetting that he had done or said anything either strange in itself or offensive to others.