The most tiresome information that I am acquainted with, is the information which tells us of the virtues of an absent person--when that absent person happens to be a stranger.
"Is it true that you have taken Browndown for six months ?" I asked.

"Are you really going to settle at Dimchurch ?" "Yes--if you keep my secret," he answered.

"The people here know nothing about me.

Don't, pray don't, tell them who I am! You will drive me away, if you do." "I must tell Miss Finch who you are," I said.
"No! no! no!" he exclaimed eagerly.

"I can't bear the idea of her knowing it.