Nothing else, you think ?" "Yes.

You once told me that you had seen a portrait of my mother.

Do you think it still exists ?" "I will inquire about it," answered Daniel gravely.

"It was a framed photograph, and at one time--many years ago--used to stand on his writing-table.

I will inquire, my dear boy." Next, Alexander sought a private colloquy with his disinherited brother.
"Look here, Piers," he began bluffly, "it's a cursed shame! I'm hanged if it isn't! If we weren't so solemn, my boy, I should quote Bumble about the law.