And I sent them a telegram, too, having a train to catch.

What do you think ?" "I don't know, Sir," Godfrey answered.

"I never came to a lawyer's office before, and I hope I shan't again if this is the kind of room they put one into." "Room!" ejaculated the irate gentleman, "call it a dog kennel, call it a cesspool, for, by heaven, it smells like one, but in the interests of truth, young man, don't call it a room." "Now that you mention it, there is a queer odour.

Perhaps a dead rat under the floor," suggested Godfrey.
"Twenty dead rats, probably, since I imagine that this hole has not been cleaned since the time of George II.

We are martyrs in this world, Sir.