It is a little too late now to complain of that." "My dear, it is always too late to complain of any troubles when they are no longer to be avoided.

We need not, therefore, talk any more about the hounds at present." "I do not wish to speak of them, Mr Gresham." "Nor I." "But I hope you will not think me unreasonable if I am anxious to know what you intend to do about Dr Thorne." "To do ?" "Yes; I suppose you will do something: you do not wish to see your son marry such a girl as Mary Thorne." "As far as the girl herself is concerned," said the squire, turning rather red, "I am not sure that he could do much better.

I know nothing whatever against Mary.

Frank, however, cannot afford to make such a match.

It would be his ruin." "Of course it would; utter ruin; he never could hold up his head again.