"Well, I didn't put it on, sir.

It was fate." "There, I didn't like to speak to you," continued Nic; "but I must now.
I've long wanted to, for of course I can't help seeing how different you are from Brookes and old Sam.

You are always showing me that you are a man of good education, and what a deal you know.

It makes me ashamed sometimes." "Why ?" said Leather sternly.
"To ask you to do all kinds of rough work when I feel that you are better educated than I am--that you must have been quite a gentleman." "Ah, don't, boy!" cried Leather passionately, and with his face convulsed.

"For Heaven's sake hold your tongue." "I can't now," cried Nic, as excitedly.