Or d'ye think it's sorrow to think that I've done the whole job too cheap You think it out and let me know later on.

So long." He waved his hand cheerily to the steward and departed.

Mr.Wilks threw himself into a chair and, ignoring the cold and the general air of desolation of his best room, gave way to a fit of melancholy which would have made Mr.Edward Silk green with envy..