It was now early in November; the weather gloomy, and by no means favourable to evening strolls.

Gammon wanted much to see both Polly and Mrs.Clover; he had all but made up his mind to write to both of them, yet could not decide on the proper tone in either case.

Was he to be humble to Mrs.Clover?
Should he beg pardon of Polly?
That kind of thing did not come easily to him.
On a day of thin yellow fog he returned about noon from seeing to a piece of business, the result of which he had to report at once to Mr.
Quodling.

He entered the clerk's office and asked whether "the governor" was alone.
"No, he ain't," replied a friendly young man.

"He's got a lord with him." "A what ?" "A peer of the realm, sir! I had the honour of taking his ludship's card in--Lord Poll-parrot.