"Some day he'll tell the truth by accident, and then I'll know it's time to send for the doctor." Several times the lawyer attempted to mention the business which had brought him to the Cape, and the probability of his having made a mistake.

But neither host nor housekeeper would listen.
"When you've been in South Denboro as long as I have," declared the former, "you'll understand that the time to talk business is when you can't think of anything else.

Wait till we get into the settin' room.
Abbie, those six or eight biscuits I've ate are gettin' lonesome.

I'll take another for sociability, thank you." But, at last, when all the biscuits but one were gone, and the cake plate looked like the Desert of Sahara, the captain pushed back his chair, rose, and led the way into the next room.

Miss Baker remained to clear the table.
"Set down by the fire, Mr.Graves," urged the captain.