I ran it home to him! A blackguard like that! Nobody ought to take him up." "I hope you won't, Mr.Masters," said the doctor.

The doctor was as old as the attorney, and had known him for many years.

No one else could dare to ask the question.
"I don't suppose I shall, Nupper," said the attorney from his chair.
It was the first word he had spoken since he had put down young Botsey.

"It wouldn't just suit me; but a man has to judge of those things for himself." Then there was a general rejoicing, and Mr.Runciman stood broiled bones, and ham and eggs, and bottled stout for the entire club; one unfortunate effect of which unwonted conviviality was that Mr.
Masters did not get home till near twelve o'clock.

That was sure to cause discomfort; and then he had pledged himself to decline Goarly's business..