There is things, Mr.Trewillian, which one can't see." How Trevelyan hated the man as he went on with his odious details,--details not one of which possessed the slightest importance.

"It's all right, I dare say, Mr.Bozzle.And now about the account." "Quite so, Mr.Trewillian.But there was one question;--just one question." "What question ?" said Trevelyan, almost angrily.
"And there's another thing I must tell you, too, Mr.Trewillian.

I come back to town in the same carriage with the Colonel.

I thought it better." "You did not tell him who you were ?" "No, Mr.Trewillian; I didn't tell him that.

I don't think he'd say if you was to ask him that I told him much of anything.