There's a deal of mystery about that man--too much for honesty.

And then these letters touching which he is so close--one a day--and his French lackey always at hand to pounce upon them the moment they arrive.

I wonder what's at bottom on't! I wonder! And I'd give these ears to know," she snapped in conclusion as they went indoors.
In the arbor, meanwhile, his lordship had taken the rustic seat her ladyship had vacated.

He sat down heavily, like a man who is weary in body and in mind, like a man who is bearing a load too heavy for his shoulders.

Mr.Caryll, watching him, observed all this.
"A glass of Hock ?" he suggested, waving his hand towards the flask.