His arm supported the wasted frame, as Tom Halliday slowly and laboriously filled in the check; and when the signature was duly appended to that document, he drew a long breath, which seemed to express infinite relief of mind.
"You'll be sure it goes on to the Alliance Office, eh, old fellow ?" asked Tom, as he tore out the oblong slip of paper and handed it to his friend.

"It was kind of you to jog my memory about this business.

I'm such a fellow for procrastinating matters.

And I'm afraid I've been a little off my load during the last week." "Nonsense, Tom; not you." "O yes, I have.

I've had all sorts of queer fancies.