I used to go up from the works to have tea with her, and sit talking to her for hours.

It was very stimulating, for she couldn't tolerate stupidity." "It must have been then that your luck began, Bartley," said Wilson, flicking his cigar ash with his long finger.

"It's curious, watching boys," he went on reflectively.

"I'm sure I did you justice in the matter of ability.

Yet I always used to feel that there was a weak spot where some day strain would tell.