You look as if you were in trouble." "Well," replied his father with a keen look at him, "I think I may return the compliment." "Well, yes, but perhaps I should not bother you.

You have all you can carry." "All I can carry," echoed Maitland, picking up the reports from his desk and handing them to his son, who glanced over them.

"Things are not going well at the mills.

No, you needn't tell me.

You know I never ask you for any confidences about your brother unionists." "Right you are, Dad.