Say I'll be down in a minute.' Very careful to attire himself in the humblest costume of his wardrobe, and specially mindful that neither studs nor watch-chain should offer offensive matter of comment, he took his way towards the dreary little den, which, filled with old top-boots, driving-whips, garden-implements, and fishing-tackle, was known as 'the lord's study,' but whose sole literary ornament was a shelf of antiquated almanacs.

There was a strange grimness about his father's aspect which struck young Kearney as he crossed the threshold.

His face wore the peculiar sardonic expression of one who had not only hit upon an expedient, but achieved a surprise, as he held an open letter in one hand and motioned with the other to a seat.
'I've been waiting till these people were gone, Dick--till we had a quiet house of it--to say a few words to you.

I suppose your friend Atlee is not coming back here ?' 'I suppose not, sir.' 'I don't like him, Dick; and I'm much mistaken if he is a good fellow.' 'I don't think he is actually a bad fellow, sir.

He is often terribly hard up and has to do scores of shifty things, but I never found him out in anything dishonourable or false.' 'That's a matter of taste, perhaps.