"Sometimes he gives tea-parties in them.

He is Ronald's guardian, and preceptor, and mentor, and all that, and I suppose he's dropped into this court to hear how his pupil goes on." "Here is Ronald," whispered Miss Aylmore.
"And here," said her sister, "is his lordship, looking very cross.

Now, Mr.Spargo, you're in for it." Spargo, to tell the truth, paid little attention to what went on beneath him.

The case which young Breton presently opened was a commercial one, involving certain rights and properties in a promissory note; it seemed to the journalist that Breton dealt with it very well, showing himself master of the financial details, and speaking with readiness and assurance.

He was much more interested in his companions, and especially in the younger one, and he was meditating on how he could improve his further acquaintance when he awoke to the fact that the defence, realizing that it stood no chance, had agreed to withdraw, and that Mr.Justice Borrow was already giving judgment in Ronald Breton's favour.
In another minute he was walking out of the gallery in rear of the two sisters.
"Very good--very good, indeed," he said, absent-mindedly.