Why did her eyes and her teeth and her rosy cheeks keep plaguing him?
He had told himself times innumerable that he cared not a snap of the fingers for Polly and all her highly-coloured attractions.

If only he had not been such a fool as to treat her shabbily last Sunday morning! He felt sorry, and couldn't get rid of the vexation.
It worried him this afternoon as he left Quodlings in Norton Folgate and walked towards the Bank.

He was thinking, too, of a poor fellow with a large family for whom he had tried these last few days to find employment, without the usual success.

In Threadneedle Street a hand arrested him.
"Just the man I wanted," said the voice of Mr.Greenacre.He was in an elegant overcoat, with a silk hat of the newest fashion.

You remember your promise?
"What promise ?" "Nonsense! But we can't talk about it here.