Gedge swung angrily away, and Hosea and I continued our interrupted progress down the High Street.

Although I had called his dark menaces drivel, I could not help wondering what it meant.

Was he going to guide a German Army to Wellingsford?
Was he, a modern Guy Fawkes, plotting to blow up the Town Hall while Mayor and Corporation sat in council?
He was not the man to utter purely idle threats.

What the dickens was he going to do?
Something mean and dirty and underhand.
I knew his ways, He was always getting the better of somebody.

The wise never let him put in a pane of glass without a specification and estimate, and if he had not been by far the most competent builder in the town--perhaps the only one who thoroughly knew his business in all its branches--no one would have employed him.
When I next saw Betty, it was in one of the corridors of the hospital, after a committee meeting; she stopped by my chair to pass the time of day.