Proper counsel will be taken, as needn't be said.

Mr.
Fleming applied to you first, partly for your sake as well as his own.
He can find friends, both to advise and to aid him." "You mean, sir," thundered the squire, "that he can find enemies of mine, like that infernal fellow who goes by the title of Reverend, down below there.

That'll do, that will do; there's some extortion at the bottom of this.

You're putting on a screw." "We're putting on a screw, sir," said Robert, coolly.
"Not a penny will you get by it." Robert flushed with heat of blood.
"You don't wish you were a young man half so much as I do just now," he remarked, and immediately they were in collision, for the squire made a rush to the bell-rope, and Robert stopped him.

"We're going," he said; "we don't want man-servants to show us the way out.