She now concluded a season of mournful reflection by saying, "He will get you into trouble, somehow, Basil." "Well, I don't know how, exactly.

I regard Lindau as a political economist of an unusual type; but I shall not let him array me against the constituted authorities.

Short of that, I think I am safe." "Well, be careful, Basil; be careful.

You know you are so rash." "I suppose I may continue to pity him?
He is such a poor, lonely old fellow.

Are you really sorry he's come into our lives, my dear ?" "No, no; not that.