I drew an elaborate picture of Amos, and deduced from it that the Radicals were likely to be a bar to true progress.

'They have switched their old militancy,' I wrote, 'on to another track, for with them it is a matter of conscience to be always militant.' I finished up with some very crude remarks on economics culled from the table-talk of the egregious Tombs.

It was the kind of letter which I hoped would establish my character in his mind as an industrious innocent.
Seven o'clock found me in Newmilns Street, where I was seized upon by Wilkie.

He had put on a clean collar for the occasion and had partially washed his thin face.

The poor fellow had a cough that shook him like the walls of a power-house when the dynamos are going.
He was very apologetic about Amos.