But I don't know! there's an enemy, as the Bible says, that sticketh closer than a brother.

And they'll be next door when Durnmelling is mine! But I can sell it." "If he _should_ come to you, will you tell him the truth ?" "I don't know that.

It might spoil my own little game." "Will you let him think me a liar and slanderer ?" "No, by Jove! I won't do that.

I don't promise to tell him all the truth, or even that what I do tell him shall be exactly true; but I won't let him think ill of my little puritan; that would spoil _your_ game.

Ta, ta!" He went out, with his curious grin, amused, and enjoying the idea of a proud fellow like that being taken in with Sepia.
"I hope devoutly he'll marry her!" he said to himself as he went to his luncheon.