"Well, I'm glad this particular nobleman has left us," said Mr.Wood, seating himself on one of the boxes, "if nobleman he is.
I should call him in plain English, a scoundrel.

Did Harry show you his note ?" "No, uncle," said Miss Laura.
"Read it aloud," said Mr.Wood.

"I'd like to hear it again." Miss Laura read: J.WOOD, Esq., Dear Sir: It is a matter of great regret to me that I am suddenly called away from my place at Penhollow, and will therefore not be able to do myself the pleasure of calling on you and settling my little account.

I sincere hope that the possession of my live stock, which I make entirely over to you, will more than reimburse you for any trifling expense which you may have incurred on my account.

If it is any gratification to you to know that you have rendered a slight assistance to the son of one of England's noblest noblemen, you have it.