He went in across the hall and through the library, into a little closet beyond, in which Mr.
Caldigate was wont to sit.

'Well, John,' said the old man, 'how have you and Mr.Bolton got on together ?' There seemed to be something terribly cold in this.

It might be better that they should part,--better even, though the parting should be for ever.

It might be right;--nay, he knew that it was right that he should be thrust out of the inheritance.

He had spent money that was not his own, and, of course, he must pay the debt.