What an awful smash! Just think of the old place being bought by a Jew! Tom and Leonard are utterly ruined, they say, not a sixpence left.

I declare I nearly cried when I saw that man selling Leonard's guns." "Very sad indeed," answered the mother absently; "but if he is a Jew, what does it matter?
He has a title, and they say that he is enormously rich.

I expect there will be plenty going on at Outram soon.

By the way, my dear Ida, I do wish you would cure yourself of the habit of calling young men by their Christian names--not that it matters about these two, for we shall never see any more of them." "I am sure I hope that we shall," said Ida defiantly, "and when we do I shall call them by their Christian names as much as ever.

You never objected to it before the smash, and I _love_ both of them, so there! Why did you bring me to that horrid sale?
You know I did not want to go.
I shall be wretched for a week, I----" and the carriage swept on out of hearing.
Leonard emerged from the shadow of the gateway and crossed the road swiftly.