_I_ got on by dint of dogged faith in myself." "And I get on by lowly faith in my Master.

I would I could imbue you with the same feeling!" Conolly shook his head; and they went downstairs in silence.

"Hallo!" said he, as he opened the door, "it is raining.

Let me lend you a coat." "Thank you, no.

Not at all.