Does the old man look like a long-liver ?' 'He don't look like it,' said Dick shaking his head, 'but these old people--there's no trusting them, Fred.

There's an aunt of mind down in Dorsetshire that was going to die when I was eight years old, and hasn't kept her word yet.

They're so aggravating, so unprincipled, so spiteful--unless there's apoplexy in the family, Fred, you can't calculate upon 'em, and even then they deceive you just as often as not.' 'Look at the worst side of the question then,' said Trent as steadily as before, and keeping his eyes upon his friend.

'Suppose he lives.' 'To be sure,' said Dick.

'There's the rub.' 'I say,' resumed his friend, 'suppose he lives, and I persuaded, or if the word sounds more feasible, forced Nell to a secret marriage with you.