When last I saw you, you looked as dead as a beached dog-fish.

My name's Granger, the Reverend J.
Granger, Vicar of Bryngelly, one of the very worst livings on this coast, and that's saying a great deal." "I am sure, Mr.Granger, I'm under a deep debt of gratitude to you for your hospitality, and under a still deeper one to your daughter, but I hope to thank her personally for that." "Never speak of it," said the clergyman.

"Hot water and blankets don't cost much, and you will have to pay for the brandy and the doctor.

How is he, doctor ?" "He is getting on very well indeed, Mr.Granger.But I daresay you find yourself rather stiff, Mr.Bingham.I see your head is pretty badly bruised." "Yes," he answered, laughing, "and so is my body.

Shall I be able to go home to-day ?" "I think so," said the doctor, "but not before this evening.