I went to the back door, and, finding it closed, looked into the garden.

From there I couldn't help seeing the assembly on the lawn of The Hollies." "Dining at Grant's ?" shouted Elkin in a fury.

"Well, I'm--" "'Ush, Fred!" expostulated Tomlin with a shocked glance at Mr.Franklin.
"Wot's wrong wi' a bit of grub, ony ways?
A very nice-spoken young gent kem 'ere twiced, an' axed for Mr.Peters the second time.

He's a friend o' Mr.Grant's, I reckon." "What's wrong ?" stormed the horse-dealer.

"Why, everything's wrong! The bounder ought to be in jail instead of giving dinner-parties.