But,' he added, smiling, 'I suppose you object to him and his position ?' 'Of course I do.

What business has the fellow to have so much time that he doesn't know what to do with it ?' 'He might use it worse, anyhow.' 'I don't know about that.

I'd rather he'd get a bad name, then it 'ud be easier to abuse him, and he'd be more good in the end.' Their eyes met.

Gilbert's had a humorous expression, and Ackroyd laughed in an unmirthful way.

The factory bell rang; Gilbert rose and waited for the other to accompany him.