I gave chase into my early youth.

However, my father never took me to meet the old fellow again.

I believe it lost me a fortune.' Evan's thoughts were leaping to the cricket-field, or he would have condoled with Mr.Raikes for a loss that evidently afflicted him still.
Now, it must be told that the lady's-maid of Mrs.Andrew Cogglesby, borrowed temporarily by the Countess de Saldar for service at Beckley Court, had slept in charge of the Countess's boxes at the Green Dragon: the Countess having told her, with the candour of high-born dames to their attendants, that it would save expense; and that, besides, Admiral Combleman, whom she was going to see, or Sir Perkins Ripley (her father's old friend), whom she should visit if Admiral Combleman was not at his mansion-both were likely to have full houses, and she could not take them by storm.

An arrangement which left her upwards of twelve hours' liberty, seemed highly proper to Maria Conning, this lady's-maid, a very demure young person.

She was at her bed-room window, as Evan passed up the courtyard of the inn, and recognized him immediately.