I couldn't help saying a plain word or two, and he turned sullen.

I called at his place last night, but he wasn't there; his landlady tells me he's been out of town several times lately, and he's done no work." "Has the girl gone ?" "A week ago.

I have a letter from Ralph Pomfret.

The good old chap worries about this affair; so does Mrs.Pomfret.He doesn't say it plainly, but I suspect Franks has been behaving theatrically down at Ashstead; it's possible he went there in the same state in which I saw him last.

Pomfret would have done well to punch his head, but I've no doubt they've stroked and patted and poor-fellow'd him--the very worst thing for Franks." "Or for any man," remarked Sherwood.
"Worse for him than for most.