The best-natured fellow that ever lived.

You've heard me speak of him--second son of Sir Luke Todd.

Died, poor boy, out in India." "What promise of mine were you talking about ?" asked Gammon, when an order for drinks had been given.
"Promise--promise?
Nonsense! You're wool-gathering to-day, my dear boy.
By the by, I called at your place on Sunday.

I was driving a very fresh pony, new to harness; promised to trot her round a little for a friend of mine.

Thought you might have liked a little turn on the Surrey roads." Greenacre chatted with his usual fluency, and seemed at ease in the world.
"You're doing well just now, eh ?" said Gammon presently.
"Thanks; feel remarkably well.