They go by the law,--they've got to,--but you--and--and--I go by the--the real facts of the case." Sir Archibald coughed gently.

"I mean to say--well you know, Uncle, quite well, you can tell what a man is by--well, by his game." "His game!" "And by his eye." "His eye! And his eye is-- ?" "Now, Uncle, be sensible! I mean to say, if you could only see him.

Oh, I shall bring him to see you!" she cried, with a sudden inspiration.
Sir Archibald held up a deprecating hand.

"Do not, I beg." "Well, Uncle, you can trust my judgment, you know you can.

You would trust me in--in--" For a moment Miss Brodie was at a loss; then her eyes fell upon the grunting, comfortable old mother pig with her industrious litter.